Ch. 05 song titles Pines of Rome, Movement 2 trumpet solo (Respighi) Petrushka, Ballerina trumpet solo (Stravinsky) An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 05 Mike awoke first on Monday, which surprised him; Melody had promised to wake him up at 6:30. Glancing at his clock, he saw that it was only 6:05. Guess her genie alarm hasn't gone off yet... Deciding to...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Pt. 25 A Damsel in Distress Saturday was a grey, much cooler day with periodic bouts of drizzle and so we were not terribly busy at the garden centre which did at least enable everybody to concentrate on neces...
To readers: this is my first entry, infact the first piece of real writing if you forget about all the reports and notes I've done for work. It is all fiction although I think I'm only faintly disguised here in truth. I'd welcome any feedback on the story to decide whether to write more. Anyway I hope you enjoy it. * I had just moved into the apartment by...
Hello lovely readers, here's another chapter. I did submit this last week, but it was rejected for poor punctuation. This was a bit of a blessing, because I felt like one of the scenes was a bit over written so I'm glad I had the chance to tone it down a bit. This is the first chance I've had to look over it again. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I...
For better or for worse, the worse it might be... Big old houses with their city gardens and crafty spaces set the scene for this tale. It's not a psychological character study with flaws and weaknesses permeating the journey to its conclusion. It's a simple story of cost and consequences without a bit of redeeming quality drawing instead upon my own famili...
Thomas Smith and Genevieve, daughter of Louis the Innkeeper, were married under the spreading oak tree on an early spring day just after the second plowing. The weather had held, bright and clear, until midway through Father Liam's benediction. He had been in the middle of the sentence "Fruit of their loins-"when a tremendous clap of thunder drowned him out....
Sorry it's been so long everyone. Thanks for all the emails, comments and tweets. Life is still hectic and may not be able to post weekly for a while yet but here is chapter 5. Enjoy! * The silence in the kitchen of the Romanov household was chilling. Loretta stood perfectly still in the doorway, her dark brown eyes concerned as she watched her mate care...
The day had dawned hot and sticky, with a muffling blanket of humidity that one could cut with a knife, and had only gotten worse as the sun started to creep over the horizon. For Alison Dawes, the heat was a perfect excuse to skimp as much as possible on clothing – her mother clucked at her, then shook her fist at her, but Alison had simply skipped out, hop...
The trail had been long and it seemed like it would be hours before they camped. Callia methodically placed one foot in front of the other, instinct willing her to continue. She glanced around at her companions. They all seemed to be feeling the effects of the ale consumed at the Grandfather Tree with the Uthgardt Barbarians. All except Darvic. He looked as...
True to his word, Luke stopped in front a big, white-and-maroon house in more or less five minutes. The architecture of the house bordered on vintage-modern, with a gable roof in grey concrete, sliding windows, and a huge lawn surrounding the building. The property looked new; either newly built or refurbished and painted not too long ago. "The gate is ope...