Chapter 1 The American couple was, understandably, exhausted and anxious as they claimed their checked- baggage. This was their first trip to Europe. The eight-hour flight from Atlanta to Hamburg-- and the seven time zone changes-- had taken a toll on them. After clearing customs, they took turns watching the luggage as each visited the restroom to freshen...
If thus thou speakest, thou wilt have hatred from me, and will justly be subject to the lasting hatred of the dead. But leave me, and the folly that is mine alone, to suffer this dread thing; for I shall not suffer aught so dreadful as an ignoble death. Sophocles | Antigone +++++ October He was tired. He had been all week, but there was nothing new about...
Chapter 16 – Neighbors – First Encounter "HELLO!" Dave turned around, surprised at the slightly shouted greeting from an unexpected direction. He'd just come back from a five-mile run, worked up a healthy sweat, and didn't think he was too presentable to be meeting someone new. He saw a young couple he didn't know walking up the Access Road. The woman carr...
A deep and heartfelt thank you to Xpoerotica and Decal_Last for editing my latest foray into the world of storytelling and milking a tale of espionage and unrequited love out of my word salad, you guys truly are my rock. Cormac and Mrs. Vee are two recurring background characters that are often featured in my stories, but this is my first attempt to flesh...
Chapter 1 "How much longer will we have to wait, Claire?" Claire Chamberlain looked at her sister, then glanced around the table in the back of the occult bookstore which she and Sybil ran in Des Moines. "We will wait as long as we have to wait, Sybil," she replied. "We have waited sixteen years, what is another few weeks or months?" "But the power, Aunt...
The settings in this story are incidental. The story is about the people, not where they live. Please read it that way. * I had thought that this day couldn't get any worse. Boy was I wrong. The whole week at work had been bad and to cap it off my boss, the president of the company, had called me into his office and chewed on my ass for for a mistake made...
My name is Greg Hartsfield. I wanted to write about something that happened years ago that opened my eyes about people. My wife's name is Carrie. It was hot. Sweat rolled off me and dripped into my eyes. I was helping my friend Hank build a cinder block wall around his back yard and the new in-ground pool he and Sara had installed. There was a nice hot tub...
I don't know when I first thought about actually doing it; about selling myself as a slave. The world has gone into a depression worse than in the 'Dirty Thirties' of the last century. I have been out of work for months and I am close to losing my room in the dingy boarding house run by a tyrant of a woman when I saw the first ad on the TV in the common ro...
After completing "The Diary of Jewel Delacroix" I was approached via E-mail by Rachael Ricci Swede and asked if I would consider writing a story idea she had. After a few emails I was intrigued by her idea and agreed to write it. This is an original story by Barbara Jean Goodhead. Written in collaboration with Ideas and Plot Points by Rachael Ricci Swede....
Chapter 16 – Decision Time Scott remembered the words of Lucretius, another Roman poets and philosophers. 'Then, if the lady is goodhearted and void of malice, it is up to you in your turn to accept unpleasant facts and make allowance for human imperfection.' Had Mary's acts been driven by vicious or vindictive motives he would have dealt with the matter...