Catherine Emerson met Thomas Quimby, quite by accident, when he sat down on the park bench across from her in Rittenhouse Park where she often ate her lunch, usually yogurt and fruit, before returning to work as a bookkeeper and office manager at Bronson and McGee's Law office. Two days earlier, Catherine and her husband, Martin celebrated their thirty-fou...
Prologue The maiden stood tranquilly, her flaming red hair cascading down her back. The loose, flowing white gown served to enhance the lush contours of her full figure. Her deep green eyes were strangely dull, denying the vigor one of her tender age and healthy body should have evinced. The maiden's bare feet did not seem to feel the coldness of the marbl...
Soma99 gave this story a proofread before publishing, and I thank her for doing so. * Even though I'd known for some time that the company hadn't been doing well, it still came as a shock one midsummer Friday when we were all herded into the boardroom and informed that we were out of business. Losing your comfortable mid-level job, even when it's not your...
This is one I wrote and previously submitted under the title Amy. I deleted it from Lit because someone wanted to buy it, but since it also appears on other sites -- having been 'stolen' from Lit -- the deal fell through. So here it is again. If you haven't already read it I hope you enjoy it. As usual I'd appreciate feedback. GA -- Chiang Rai, Thailand --...
At dawn, the sentry in the North watchtower of Pelendrune spied horsemen silhouetted against the black-purple sky. He gasped in panic as line after line of warriors slowly crested the crop-covered hills surrounding the city. “There be thousands”, he exclaimed to himself. As he touched his fingertips to his forehead, the sentry mumbled a prayer, “Mother Salur...
Pelaam©, June 2009 This is based on ideas from Watercrazy With a grunt, Jack wriggled to find a more comfortable position, his arms tightening around Daniel. The younger man was chilled and he pressed their naked bodies closer together. He heard the tiny sound of gratitude and wished he could do more. He curled impossibly closer around the slighter form. D...
1 A FATED MEETING The Jaguar pulled up in a jeep. It's too much. Convenience Store Flirt. She bought some rolling papers. Outside, she was smoking with some people talking about scratch tickets. He offers a light and smokes himself. He ask for a drag from the joint. She laughs. They get to talking as often happens. They exchange compliments about their bod...
------------------ A PALADIN'S JOURNEY CHAPTER 14: Utok'lakapa ----------------- "Hello, old friend. It's been a long time." Aran's voice sounded distant in his own ears, as if it were someone else saying the words. The thought that maybe it really was someone else registered somewhere in his mind, but the concern dissipated quickly before the scene...
I thought this fancy college might have some other hard working souls staying over, but apparently not. It was classic post-apocalypse. The pathways were vacant and the gothic halls echoed. Everyone, at least everyone but me, had left for the holiday. I lived in Maine and my family was scattered to the winds. Also, I was seriously behind on my work, a top-...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. * Maya made her way through her village towards the bakery, using her determined stride to mask her anxiety. She didn't look left or right at the neat houses of her neighbors. She didn't want to talk to any of the other women making their way through their daily chores and errand...