It was the electronic chirp of a cellphone text message that first stirred Peggy Sanford from a state of excessive alcohol and strenuous sexual activity induced sleep to a state of semi-conscious awareness. The first thing she recognized was that she was not the only one lying in the bed. She felt the warm embrace of a delicate arm draped across her chest, a...
"Davy," Amy called from the galley table where she was working the wi-fi connection, "I found us an RV campground in Malibu. It's on the beach and it's not too far from Santa Monica." "Malibu is cool, hon. It's east to get around from there. I think we should rent a car, too." "That's a good idea. I'll check it out. Listen, if you see a market before we ge...
Ballet One I'd taken up classes when I was 5 years old. My beautiful mother, Natalya, was an émigré from Russia and had trained at the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. Then, on a tour in the 80's to Canada she had defected; not because she hated the Soviet system but because she met my father Andre, a Quebecer. He was a dancer too, but had decided to leave the pro...
It took us over two hours or so to find a hotel, not that we were looking very hard. We spent that time driving on state highways, talking about us and the future. As long as we were warm and together, it didn't matter. Finally, it was getting dark and we ended up around Rapid City. We found a motel and went in to register. We asked about a diner or the pi...
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Sunlight winked through the lace of leaves fanning from the apple tree overhead. It slid, viscous, over the round, ripe fruits, and dripped into the earth, saturating and sweet. The heat of the afternoon sizzled in the soil, crumbling it so it was shovelled easily by swelling roots and released rich, heady fragrances into the air - thyme, lavender, honey. Ro...
I'm not really shocked, you know? My "Sanity" didn't go down so I guess this is proof I'm adapting to the situation. It also didn't go up, so I guess this is my limit. I'm just fated to remain half-sane in this shitty world. Being introduced to magic and monsters so abruptly certainly shocked me and didn't help with my mental state. Though the biggest shock...
Chapter One: Meeting The sharp, bitter wind blew into her gray eyes making her squint and bow her head every more. Her blue checkered scarf was wrapped tightly around her mouth, nose, and neck. Pink earmuff and her long brown hair protected her ears from the bitter elements. She was dressed in a long wool tight fitting cotton coat that came to her ankles, w...
The Daughter of Frigg Book 2 - A Sister's Heart From the Diary of: Megan Easter Gossler As told by: Owen Nomrist Tartarus - Agent Bryan Brown sat on his plastic wrapped bed, growling angrily as he tore beautiful ebony skin and bloody red muscle away from the tender thigh that once belonged to Kelly Spears. Across the room Agent Gerard Green lifted the d...
Three men invade Janet's cabin and a terrible secret is revealed. While Janet discovers her heritage is greater than she ever imagined, sinister forces promise to disrupt the idyllic world of Janet, Charles and everyone they care about. That evening was the beginning of the full moon cycle for her, and Janet decided to let nature take over for a change. Cha...