Preface Inmate Number 51793, quite the Study in Lunatirical Science- she is composed today. She watched me peer at her through the pie-hole in the door. Her eyes are stark and blue, and they have fixated on me with a distinctly sane clarity. Meeting her gaze- somehow the lunacy and incoherent gestures are less terrifying than this eerie lucidity....
"So, how have you been, son? Staying busy?" Pierce was disgusted at the man sitting across from him. His smiling face shouted lies. He sat there looking at Pierce with eyes identical to his own and attempted small talk. Pierce hated his father. He hated everything about him from his expensive haircuts to his expensive shoes. "Lets cut the small talk, Jack...
Chapter Two: Geneveve Piqoud Is Taken The red dress her mother gave her, flowed and shone, catching the light in a way that made her gleam. This was not a happy moment for her, exactly, as her father, Lord Piqoud, was having her married to Lord Ghamboles - a union that she didn't like at all. But to be in this dress, tonight on her 18 birthday, put her in t...
The diary pages Ken Burns didn’t read you! Charleston last night was ablaze in celebration. We had heard glorious news: Fort Sumner had surrendered! The pride of the arrogant Yankees lies in the dust. Torchlights and banners festooned the city. My dear father had gone visiting when my beau, Reginald Weaton, came by this afternoon. He was wearing the unifo...
Lilith Pinkerton sat inside the Bridgewater State College library, watching Adam Warsaw as he fought back tears. She'd only recently told him that she loved him. The short, blonde-haired and green-eyed South African woman bared her soul to the handsome young African-American scholar who stole her heart. Adam struggled to find the right words, and in the end...
The summer heat was strong that night and I went for a walk, the sweat running down my back and legs, my shirt clinging to me in the humidity. Just off to the right was a little one bedroom house, it was old, but well taken care of. The man who lived there was nice, but kept to himself. He didn't really know anyone here, having moved to our tiny town on a f...
I remembered how I had hated him, he was a pig, but now I regretted it. He wasn't a pig. He never was. I always blamed him of being a pig. The first time we met was when I was eight, he was ten. I had been bullied - I never used to have any friends, not now, not then - and was crying in the woods outside my village. Lex was hunting - I didn't know then, but...
Sue was the best thing Rick had ever had happen to him. She was blonde, yellow blonde, with crystal blue eyes that demanded to know your every secret desire each time she looked at you. She was slightly taller than him, only an inch or so, just enough to make her come off like a model. Her walk was perfect, an ideal proud strut that made every sidewalk her...
Author's Note: The premise for this story was simple with only one scene interesting me. I was expecting a short story and ended up with a novel. It has been finished and I will post the chapters as soon as Tim413413 says they are clean. One of these days I will hand Tim a story and it will not return littered with corrections. As always, thank you, Sir Tim....
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of people, places or events is purely coincidental and not the intent of the author. This is a copyrighted work. Any republication, or use in part or in whole without the authors written permission is a violation of copyright laws of the United States and other countries. © Copyright 2003, 2004, Charles F. Johns...