*pops out of nowhere* Hey! A lot of you had given up on me, I know. But when I say I don't give up on a project, I mean it. Life was hellish and I needed time to clean it up, but I never gave up on Gabriel and Leah. Thank you, thank you, thank you to those who wrote kind messages, reviews and feedback to me. They were much appreciated in a difficult time....
Author's note: I'm not eligible to win anything in this competition since I won something in the Holiday Contest with "The Bell Ringer," but... writing is addictive and I just couldn't help myself! Sometimes I write for readers and sometimes I write for myself. I hope a few of you like it - those who don't please be gentle! Some truth to this tale: everyth...
Note: All persons used in this novel are fictitious. Although the areas used in this novel are real, the points of interest used to make this interesting reading for you, are neither at the exact heights, or in the location described. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this is not the story for you. As I have it notated now, tho...
Hello, just to let you know there is no graphic sex in this story, sorry. Suggest you find another author for that. Constructive critiques and comments about the story are very welcome and appreciated. Thanks for reading my story. Please enjoy. This story was inspired by the 1953 country song, "DEAR JOHN" first recorded by Ferlin Huskey, then later by Skeet...
A scared wife dreams of escape. This is a romantic story with various characters and lots of twists and turns. There is a smidgeon of violent sex in this chapter, but I have tried to keep it to an acceptable level for those that do not like such things. As usual in my stories there are lots of people that touch and swirl around the lives of the central char...
Sirens blared, muted, as Gerald walked slowly out the front doors of The Lockdown. It was evening now, the sunset though was blocked by a predominantly cloudy sky. It rained a lot in Driftwood—not always at a constant—but Spring Break, and Sunlit Summers was often disappointing for the children of this city. Here in the barren outskirts, there was little...
We first got to know young Craig soon after we moved into number 178. Actually it was through his mother we got to meet him. His mother Maureen, and father Sid, lived at number 174. Soon after we moved in they dropped by to welcome us to the street. They brought young Craig with them in his wheel chair. Maureen and I became great friends and eventually she...
[Here we are, then. The last chapter. I'd like to thank everyone for sticking with me this whole time ... I know the installments haven't always posted as regularly as readers would have liked. There are plenty more places to take these characters, so I'm not saying this is the end forever, but the story I envisioned comes to its dramatic conclusion here. Ho...
"Come back here and fuck me!" "I just did!" I lay flat on my back, worn out for the moment. "I don't CARE about DID. Fuck me MORE! NOW!" I knew I was technically in charge. But when a woman's screaming at you like that, it's hard to say no. And Tina had been an absolute nymphomaniac for our entire relationship. At twenty-three, Tina's body was in its mos...
********* CHAPTER 1 ********* LOW FOG SHROUDED the countryside in mist. Hidden behind a leaden sky, the sun cast a meager light that did nothing to warm the cool, crisp air. After three days of rain, the ground was moist and soggy under her feet as Anári made her way back to the village. Clutching her basket to her chest, she stepped over a rotting log, car...