John's POV I mentally kicked myself, I had revealed too much too fast and she hadn't taken it well. I got out, reaching under back seat and used the blankets from there to make a place for her to rest. She was shivering, probably a result of shock and the adrenaline crash from everything that had happened. I laid her down on the back seat and tucked her in...
The black charger's hooves thundered on the packed dirt of the old path winding through the woods. Racing at a hard gallop, the mount's rider turned his head to look over his shoulder at the sun settling below the tops of the massive oaks lining the path to the west. His hair whipped around his eyes as he again turned to face front and hunkered lower in his...
(note: Part I of the story appeared under the title "Woman in Chains") The Stones of Years ©2008 by Adrian Leverkuhn II "Most prisons are built of concrete and steel, you see," Misha Podgolskiv said, "but what of that prison we toil over all of our life, that prison of the mind we build within ourselves year after year, that prison which serves on...
Tuesday, 5 shopping days to Christmas Lady Barbara Sands did not actually see the news the previous night, so was completely unaware of Daniel Medcalf's broadcast. However, when she walked down to the village first thing that frosty morning, to collect her newspaper and a few groceries, everyone she met stopped her to talk about it. It wasn't long before sh...
"Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to." -Mark Twain, "Following the Equator" *** The door was open when Peter came home that night. Inside, a wolf was waiting for him, although of course he didn’t know it at first. At the chapel entrance, he frowned and set his pack down. Snow was tracked all the way in, but it was too dark to see anything. H...
Ok, folks, here is the next chapter. For those of you who think I might be wrapping things up, well... maybe. I'm still considering several other 'sidestreets' that this overly long tale can go down, so bear with me, I'm still making up my mind on a few of them. I hope you've enjoyed the ride so far, stay tuned, and all the rest of that happy stuff. *****...
Okay my lovelies here it is, Chapter 12! Hope you love it. Much thanks to my wonderful editors MarieFlower and markrane for keeping my story up to par. ~~~~~ Samantha turned to Dominic. "For a little while. Not too long." Dominic had his reservations about leaving Samantha alone with Storm and Thunder. She hadn't been around anyone outside of their small...
-The Deck- 'Damn dog. It's frickin' midnight,' I mumbled as I crawled out of bed and headed down to the back door where my dachshund would be standing, demanding to be let out regardless of the hour. At least he knew enough to stay in my condo's tiny back yard once he was off the deck. That meant I didn't have to put anything on besides the t-shirt and pant...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback f...
First off, I thank the Black Rand for the gracious invitation to participate in this Wine & Old Lace event although I must also apologize for the approach I chose; I think more in terms of Maine flannel and Applejack liquor than wine and old lace especially in the historical settings of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Because I am a procrastinator at...