*** Kennedy *** Kennedy's hand brushed against Abigail's as they walked side by side down the wide corridor. Feeling guilty, she forced her thoughts back to the moment. Skylar had told them that a signal from the plane's transponder popped up on a receiver, but only for a moment. Surely that meant someone was still out there to rescue. She refused to think...
During the drive back to my dorm, my new home, I couldn't help but smile every time I looked down at the small note in my lap. 'If it feels good, do it.' June 2013 Written in my sister's cute, familiar hand, it reminded me of how far I had come since she had first told me those words. It was after my first night as Lexi, and I was confused, and a little...
Chapter 1: Disappearance "Something's wrong" Sierra said more to herself than anything. Sierra moved quickly across the room to the telephone that hung on the wall. The phone rang as she put her hand on it. She looked pale, as her trembling hand picked up the receiver. "Hello?" Sierra said "Person to Person call for Sierra Jones" a static filled voice an...
*Thanks for the feedback guys, I appreciate it. I look forward to your reviews once again** LS. ***** "You've got to be kidding me" Kennedy stared blankly at her sister from whose lips the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard had just escaped. "No Kenny, think about it." Kylie whined in desperation, her golden brown eyes pleading for understanding. "...
Hello to all and thanks for the kind words on the last chapter! Thanks to Steve150177 for his work and help. The story is much smoother thanks to his input. Hope you all enjoy! Please vote and comment - good or bad! I just like the feedback! DW ***************************************** My family rested the remainder of the night until the sun rose. They...
Nothing gave Seneca a sense of 'home' more than working with Kennedy and her rescue dogs on Sundays. This Sunday they were washing a particularly wily, newly acquired greyhound named Freya. "Seneca, hand me that wire brush, would you?" Kennedy asked without looking away, her old red and grey flannel shirt soaked from holding the skittish dog. Freya had oth...
Four-fifteen on a lightly raining morning marked what appeared to be the start of social disintegration in the life of Betsy Milton-Stewart. Betsy awoke to hear her husband Royce cry, "I don't feel well." He coughed and gurgled, starved for air, dying of a massive coronary at 4:15. A former star athlete and regional Young Businessman of the Year winner, Ro...
Menacing growls, and the smell of blood permeated the air. He sat there watching Ken, his beta, trying to fight off Morrison, a delta, who boldly made a challenge. Teeth bared Kennedy stood his ground, ears flat against his head as he stared down Morrison. Morrison's lip curled in a deep growl just before he lunged another attack. Teeth ripped into Kennedy's...
I think this all happened in the autumn of my freshman year at Oceanview U. in California. I was living in a home stay with an American family, Loretta and her two kids, while my best friend, another Japanese girl named Satomi, was living on campus in a dormitory. Satomi was not really a party person, but maybe she just hadn't gotten into it yet. She's a rea...
Dawn helps a bullied older student. 8======D ( ) ; ( ) Dawn Simmons, anal slut extraordinaire, sighed as she tapped her pen against her lips. She was sitting at the varsity's coffee corner, waiting for her tutor to arrive. It was the second semester of her first year in Wheaton, and she was having a little trouble with the statistics class. She was great...