"Are you really sure about this? It's a hell of a responsibility." "No, I'm not sure, but it's done now and there's no going back." "Yes there is; you could always..." "He's my son, Mary: I've let him down once and I have no intention of doing it again." "You didn't let him down, Helen. You didn't know... how could you have known?" "I wasn't there. I wa...
It's often said that doctors make the worst patients and I was feeling fretful enough to prove the point. Still, it was a day that would cause any Londoner to chafe at having to remain indoors: high summer and a cloudless sky outside as the sun warmed the cobblestones of Baker Street and smiled through the opened windows of number 221B. The chemical retorts...
CHAPTER 13: Corpus Delicti - (The Body of the Crime) Ethan did the only thing he could think of to avoid Kendra's charge: he jumped to the side. Thankfully, his legs were as powerful as ever and he managed to get clear of her sword before he lost a limb. Barely. He hit the ground awkwardly but managed to roll into a standing position. It was a lot harde...
There was a burning in my chest, and as I shot upright, I felt the overwhelming urge to throw up. I cast a panicked look around, then leaned over the edge of the cart in which I was apparently being carried, and retched, spewing a thick, green bile out in painful, heaving spurts. "Fuck, stop for a sec!" Casey called out, and I felt a pair of arms wrapping...
I powered the small inflatable towards shore. Glancing back at the horizon I took in the beautiful pinks, purples and oranges of the sunset. White sand and black rocks contrasted on Makalawena beach. I saw no one on the beach and I was glad, I didn't expect anyone, after all it was Thursday. This just made my mission easier. As the sun set the darkness would...
Authors note... Hello everyone; This was more of an exercise in alternative writing for me. I wanted to create a different earth with a new history. All while getting in a good bit of sex. So, this is my attempt at doing that and I hope you will forgive my bad spelling and grammar enough to enjoy it. I'll add that this is not meant to fully reflect our ow...
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Actual historical figures or living people represented appear strictly for context and humour; I lay no claim to them. If you had trouble following the plots of Pulp Fiction or Four Rooms because of the back-and-forth timelines, just turn around and leave now, as t...
"Mornin', Charlie," he said to the store's manager. "Vince. Hey. Congratulations!" "Oh, right. Um...thank you, sir!" "Hey. Stop by my office before you leave today, okay?" the store manager demanded more than asked. "Okay. Will do," came the reply without a request for additional information. Vince Barrow pulled on a green Publix apron, complete with hi...
Back in 2005 I wrote a story about a young girl breaking both wrists, and having to be looked after by her younger brother (Broken Bones). Three years later, by a sick coincidence, my wife fell on the ice and did exactly the same thing, and I had to look after her for six weeks. So there are two stories, one fiction and the other real life, of loving people...
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...