Authors note There seem to be a lot of Wild West stories floating around ... this one is a romantic fantasy, with an oddly singular and tongue in cheek look to a version of the Wild West. Enjoy. ***** Chapter 1 Caroline Bagshaw rested her head on the leather-covered steering wheel and wept. Her dream life, apparently so perfect two years previously, with...
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Call me as soon as you get this. That was all I had written in the birthday card to my sister Misty. When she finally did call on the night of her eighteenth birthday, I could hear the curiosity in her voice long before she finally asked... "Okay, so why exactly was I supposed to call my big brother?" I smiled to myself, thankful that my college roomma...
Author's note: So, here it is - the final chapter of Peter and Lindi's story of the year 2010. The year that brought us the first ever season of The Walking Dead, the travel chaos caused by ash from the Eyjafjallajökull volcano in Iceland, the explosion of the Deepwater Horizon oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico, the rescue of 33 miners trapped underground in C...
Guys and Girls-The Beginning. Marlene's Slutty Adventures This work is copyrighted, and no part of it may be reproduced or used for commercial gain without the express permission of the author. This work is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to any person real or otherwise is purely coincidental This work contains details of an adult sexual nature. If y...
It was so classic a situation as to almost be a cliche: bottom of the ninth inning, home team down by one point, the run to tie on third, the run to get ahead on second, and of course, two outs. Joe Tyrrell stepped up to home plate and customarily tapped the end of the bat on it. Joe was a good high school ball player, but not exceptional. However, he had g...
Tanya and I were strolling, hand in hand, down the supermarket aisle. With my free hand I pushed the trolley and with hers she occasionally dumped things into it as we passed the shelves. It was a blazing hot summer's day and we were dressed to suit it. I had on only a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Short shorts, because Tanya hated those long things that com...
Dear readers, Or those of you who yet remain, however few of you there are. I apologize for the dreadful wait, but here, finally, is the next installment of our story. It's been a rough year, so opportunities for indulging my authorial habit have been few and far between. However, I have already begun to continue, and intend to eventually finish the story...
Author's note: this story has been re-edited to bring it up to my current standards as part of an effort to make Ebooks. It features improved editing, grammar, punctuation, and also includes rewrites and expanded scenes where necessary. Please see my bio for more information. CHAPTER 1: SILENT RUNNING Eriksen was jolted back to consciousness by blaring ala...
"The separation between past, present and future is only an illusion, though a convincing one..." - Albert Einstein. Feet tucked in close, she sighed, picked up the newspaper and looked over the front page, settled on a story and started reading. From time to time she picked up her coffee, took a sip, a little grin crossing her face here, the shadow of a...