Oh no it's the unlucky thirteen, run for the hills. Still there? Dang it, I guess that means I will have to try harder. I will get you to run away, oh yes I will. I seem to have made this one a little long, so nine pages. So tempting to just keep typing stuff up here to stretch it to ten pages. I won't do that, at least not on purpose but maybe I can accide...
The plain white envelope lay face down on the doormat. She had not noticed it when she had first come downstairs for breakfast, so presumably the sound of the postman's arrival had been covered by the morning news on her radio. Short of time as usual, she grabbed her car keys from the stand and stooped to pick the letter up. Miss Gillian Jane Howerd. Nobody...
Chapter 12 Tickets to Paradise Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 With great thanks to Pepper Pace, Elliot and Reverend Joe for reading the rough drafts and support... and to Martine, the love of my life. * Late Thursday, March 3rd, 1932 The El Segundo house Dinner was over. Roast pork with apples sauce, mashed potatoes with butter a...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Phoebecharmed - Don't cwy! I'll have Santa leave you some tissue. These are the chapters I was holding off, but I'm in a generous mood! Uh, truth is I still have a lot to catch up and I don't want to make y'all wait. So, enjoy, and Happy New Year everyone! ----------------------------- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE Three days later ... The sun...
A shout out to Scooter for the edits, literally! And thanks for the votes and comments, everyone! I hope you are liking where the story is going! ------------------- CHAPTER NINETEEN We pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building, and I was out of the car before it was even stopped. I had only reached the bottom stair when He grabbed me, twirl...
Until about eight months after my eighteenth birthday I considered myself a pretty normal woman. I hoped that I was a little prettier, kinder, and slimmer than average, and much more athletic, but those aren't for me to judge. I was fairly comfortable in my own skin and had normal social interactions both with other females and males about my age. There was...
The characters and events in this story are the product of the author's imagination. Any similarities to actual persons or events is purely coincidence. It has been one of those weeks that make you glad when it's over. Saturday has arrived sunny and warm on a late spring day. This is to be a lonely weekend for me. I have been a widower for the past 2 years...
Chapter 6 A Favor and Collecting a Fucking Dividend I woke Sunday morning to the sound of chimes. I stumbled down to the door and opened it on my own shock. It was barely light and Eve stood there in a long coat. "Eve?" I said, puzzled. I could not guess why she was at my door or why so early. I answered it in my briefs with a loose robe which, when I saw...
"If I don't have a woman every three days or so I get a terrible headache." President John F. Kennedy Traffic was terrible. Paul had been stuck in bumper to bumper hell for over an hour, and it wasn't looking like it was going to break anytime soon. He sighed to himself running his hand through his brown hair. I need a haircut, he thought looking in the rea...
He was down. Lucian drifted in and out of consciousness. He felt his body being dragged through dirt, and felt the rock abrasions on his skin. They slowly tore through his suit, he could feel the skin being torn open and blood slowly dripping through the open sores. "Master awaits, faster." A gruff voice sounded. He drew his eyelids open and saw two big...