Part VI - The Finale From Parts I - V: I returned from Afghanistan, having been shot in the shoulder and having two surgeries to repair it. I got out of the Army to help my mother who had bladder cancer and ran into the high school girl on whom I had had a crush. I found out she was a single mother of a young daughter and tried to ask her out, only to have...
A Note to Curious Readers: "Across The Way" and "Stealing The Thunder", as well as "90Days" itself, are all parts of a much larger continuity of stories revolving primarily around Brandon and Meredith Chambers. Those two smaller 'satellite' tales were published here to give readers a sense of grounding. The entire confederation of tales can be read at my ASS...
Revenge: Behold the Monster You Created Disclaimer: This is a story about betrayal, hatred, and extreme revenge. It is violent and it is about what happens when a trauma is so severe that a person just snaps. His sanity is lost and reason disappears and the thirst for blood and vengeance consumes him. It is BTB on steroids. This is a work of fiction and has...
Day 24 On Wednesday morning Caitlyn was alone again. Jon was long gone; it was, after all, nearly nine in the morning, and he had been at work for almost two hours. Caitlyn, for her part, had very little to look forward to; the new semester at Shellview State would not resume for another few weeks. Jon had suggested she look for a short-term job, an idea sh...
"Andrea..." Turning around at the sound of the all too familiar voice, Andrea Lew wasn't sure if she should smile or frown, because the voice belonged to Jonas Henderson. As he slowly closed in the distance between them, a half-smile crossing his face, she felt her heart thundering in her chest. Still so handsome after all these years, she thought, handsome...
Day 75 At the sound of the doorbell, Jon jolted from his chair. Was he dreaming? Had he fallen asleep? Or had he simply zoned out somehow? That last was getting more and more common; he would awaken at work with no recollection of what he had been doing. Just today he had found himself in his car, the motor idling, in front of his parents' house, fumbling f...
Natasha stood up beside the piano as the children in the little orchestra and the Christmas play took their bows. It had all gone surprisingly well all things considered. Her mother, Jennifer Wagstaffe, stepped out onto the stage and raised her hands for quiet. "I am sure you would all like me to thank everybody involved in this years production on your b...
Note: Sorry for the delay in bringing you this chapter. But as you can see, this chapter is a BEHEMOTH! I really wanted to make this chapter special. I can't tell you how many drafts I went through until I was happy. So please leave comments or email me and let me know how I am doing. How is my writing? Am I keeping you intrigued? Please, constructive critis...
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This is Part 2 of my story, "Just a Number'. It's best to start with Part 1 if you haven't already. If you have, thank you for continuing. Once again, I salute Bebop3 and her excellent beta reading skills. Thanks for all your input. Remaining mistakes are undoubtedly the result of my rewriting. Jonathan "Jon? Where the fuck are you?" Jonathan groaned and...