This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
A word from Saxon Hart: Just a quick note for those who have read this one before. First; I have included the original ending after the story, no need to e-mail me for it. Second; While it was originally edited, I have gone through it and tightened it up. I saw many things that were missed in the original edit and I cleaned those up, as well as doing a few c...
My wife rolled down the window on her specially-built van and smiled at me. "Remember, you can't leave the house. The first candidate will arrive today." "Are you sure about this, Shelley?" I asked, nervous. We had discussed it so many times, but even now, four years after the accident that had crippled her from the waist down, the idea bothered me. "We...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Barbecue The plan was to thank as many people as possible that had helped Tommy/Bob in the last three weeks. Despite the short notice, most of his new friends responded positively to the invitation with their intention to attend a barbecue at the Morris residence on Saturday evening. New friends. Everyone who was coming was a new friend...
Lina's trip to her grandfather's village up in the mountains was not a well-thought out decision; all she needed was to escape the frantic rhythm of her life and, most importantly, to be away from everything reminding her of Peter—he had died of alcohol poisoning and everything in the apartment they had shared for two years was just a cold reminder of how sh...
As Joel pushed her out the door not that long after he had brought her home, he realized he wasn't even sure what her name was. Mindy? Cindy? Linda? Fuck. How pathetic. One more in a long line of trashy little sluts and one night stand bar pick-ups. He was almost glad he hadn't had the opportunity to see her in full light. With her over sprayed hair plaste...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. My apologies! This chapter may meander even more than usual as it is part of a collection of several short 'day in the life' journal style entries which have been linked to make up Chapters 29-31 Sorry about t...
Brittany Rogers peered through the store's broad front windows, carefully inspecting each inch of the nearly deserted parking lot. Satisfied, she unlocked the door, set the alarm and slipped outside in the required thirty seconds. She locked both top and bottom locks and scurried towards her car. As she went, she nervously scanned the area, her head swivelin...
I was shaking with fear; my mind was running through the possibilities and all of them sucked. I was having a hard time coming up with one that didn't end in my death, the death of my family, even my Pack. The Cartel was known for its brutal methods, they wouldn't stop at just me. They would kill everyone I loved in front of me first. Then there was the CIA...
Illustrations by LunA. 4. NAKED AND ALONE It would be her last visit to the Havenswood Psychiatric facility. She waited until the day after the funeral to do it, to say the words she swore she would never say. She couldn't look Daniel in the eye when she said them, and after she did, he couldn't look into hers. "I can't do it." Daniel Becket was too stun...