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This is the third and final segment of Missy's Story and it is not a standalone story. It starts in Over the Top, followed by, Under Life, to finish in this, Aftermath. Aftermath is mostly narrative, told in three person point of view. Over the Top had no 'on screen sex'. Under Life had quite a long sex scene at the end. The middle portion of Aftermath conta...
One of the things I enjoy most about writing is all of the people I meet doing it and the exchange of ideas and info from other writers. The kindly delivered criticism and encouragement they offer fuels my desire to get better at it. I recently met a new writer who I truly believe is going to set this genre on fire. He calls himself "The End Begins" and he g...
This is the last and final chapter of this story. I'm sorry for any glitches in my last posting. I don't know whose fault it was that it turned out like it did, but I guess it was still okay...lol MoogPlayer ~~~~~~ Chapter One "Michael, honey are you alright?" Kara asked, as we drove back to our house, "I know that it was very hard on you talking about t...
Chapter 03 - Moving Out My thanks to a great editor whose help has strengthened this submission. My apologies for the delay, and my thanks for the emails and comments regarding the story. * * * * * * * * I got home that Sunday and managed to take a short nap before going out to dinner with my family. Fortunately, they just thought that Sarah had kept me s...
Edited by Michael-Leonard * Prolog It was a beautiful warm sunny day in the Valley of the Sun, just perfect for a Sunday drive with the family. Mike Stevens sat behind the wheel of his vintage Mustang convertible. Beside him, his beautiful, eight month pregnant wife Jennifer, leaned back in the bucket seat; eyes closed absorbing the warmth from the late O...
I received an anonymous comment not too long ago from someone who said that they were not only a big fan of my work, but that they had also read both of my books. Therefore, the story you're about to read was written in honor of that particular individual, whoever he or she may be. If that person, and only they know who they are, is reading this, please, sen...
I hope you enjoy my next story. It's about my favorite sport, skydiving. So some of the terms in here might take a little contemplation to understand. But part of why I wrote this story is to try and give people a more realistic look at skydiving. Some terms are necessary, and I'll try to explain those. Also it's hard to explain the way jumpers use the air c...
Chapter One - Paths - The wind gusted strongly through the small town. Fat flakes of snow fell, whipped into a frosty froth by the powerfully gusting wind, from slate gray skies gradually turning black at the unhurried approach of evening. I like snow, I always have. I could dimly remember cheerful childhood memories of running around through knee-deep...
I'm honored that blackrandl1958 invited me to participate in the Siren's Song collection. I appreciate her kindness. This story would be equally at home in Romance or Sci-Fi. I thought it might be slightly more appropriate here, but it's half a dozen of one, six of the other. Siobhan is an Irish name that is pronounced Shivahn. * * * * * Sea lion woman,...