The Witch's Apprentice: Chapter 3 The Cape Neddick Lighthouse, a smudge upon the darkening sky, looked out, casting its yellow, winking eye out into the misty shore of Maine. Waves, long and languid, lapped the boulder-strewn beach, a glistening ribbon rippling up the rocky coast. Eyes closed, Sarah felt the night upon her cool skin. A deep sigh escaped her...
I am Canadian. Canadian spelling is used here. Care to edit my next story? Send me a message. * On her eighteenth birthday Jenny aged out of foster care and was facing homelessness, not that she'd ever had a real home to begin with, only a succession of houses to survive in and a series of guardians for parents. Some of her 'parents' didn't expect her to b...
Everything is connected to everything. Everything in our past is dynamically active in every present moment... leading into a future with beautiful networks of people, places, and emotions. Okay... that's enough of my amateur philosophy. This is my way of saying that a relatively small number of events end up being pivotal openings to some amazing relationsh...
Sarah - The Holiday Rep "Welcome to our beautiful island, Mr & Mrs Bertie." Sarah said cheerfully as she greeted her latest guests arriving at the airport. "I am so pleased you choose to spend it with us. I have a taxi waiting for you and Jose here will take you directly to your Villa." She handed Mrs Bertie a white envelope containing information, pi...
The holiday season is in full swing with the usual festive gatherings. My wife, Lynn, and I are at a party hosted by one of her friends. We have been married for about 8 years and are in our late fifties. Lynn still looks very good as a result of her attention to her diet and regular workouts. We make the rounds at the party greeting old friends and meeting...
Note: Some of you have asked for another story along the lines of Where's Waldo and I get a lot of requests for the soft swing type stories. This story attempts to cover both types. Enjoy and all rights reserved. * "Mr. Thompson your wife is here," Pam announced on his intercom. Jack moved back from his computer monitor and responded, "Uh...OK send her i...
Christmas 2006, Part I. Christmas 2006 was on a Monday and the week before I felt like I had the world by the tail as the shopping days before Christmas fell to the single digits. These last few months had been quite a renaissance for me personally and I felt like I was living in a dream. Months of going to the gym five or six days a week, even if it was...
Recap: JC arrives in Paris from Nice and meets Boulan who shows him the wall to be painted and gives him a list of his friends who he would like featured in the mural. After introducing Odile to Maria, who he had met on the flight, he gets ready to start the preliminary work on the painting. Next morning, he awoke to find Odile already ready with breakfast...
Liz slowly perused the choice of snack crackers at the small grocery store, which was minimal. She picked out a couple boxes and placed them in her basket next to the apples, bananas and cheese she'd already selected. Her task had been snack food. Her husband, Ben, was an aisle over looking for vegetables. They met at the end of their respective aisles and w...
*AUTHOR"S NOTE: Again, this story won't make much sense without you having previously read both parts I and II. ***** To say that our evening at Club Fairy Tale ramped up our already thriving sex life, would be an immense understatement. Andi and I kept reliving our fateful evening over the subsequent days and weeks. We'd send each other text messages thro...