Ashley boarded the plane with barely contained excitement. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She had a long time to think about it, as the flight was thirteen hours. "Has it really been almost six months since I've seen him?" she thought. Her mind was racing from one thought to the next, she stowed her carry-on under the seat and sat down. So far so good,...
Dante Davis stepped out of his chair and stretched his legs. The athletic shorts he was wearing exposed the deep, dark brown color of his skin and the taut muscles just underneath, having been strained and fatigued by a rigorous workout regimen just a short time ago. His sleeveless muscle shirt bestowed similar compliments; his toned, thick arms revealed the...
I would like to tell my readers that those looking for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding. I hope that my Marathi speaking readers will appreciate conversations that took place in Marathi. These are recorded in italics. For the benefit...
It was winter. It was wartime. It was snowing. A fresh layer of downy whiteness was beginning to cover the broken bodies in the clearing, the congealing blood that lay like pools of garnet across the ice. In the midst of that quieted carnage, a man and a girl were kneeling. The man was broad-shouldered, dark-eyed, dressed in the gray and crimson of Zanthar....
Pancho Villa entered the town of Anenecuilco on horseback in the summer of 1910. A crowd of admirers cheered for him as he rode into the town center, his bronze skin glinting with sweat in the sunlight. He had come with a cadre of five other revolutionary leaders from his home state of Chihuahua in order to solidify the alliance between his forces in the nor...
Beneath the glass house known as the Crystal Palace, a steel garage door opened revealing a white Mercedes SUV. There were two individuals seated in the leather interior. The woman in the driver seat had layered, chest-length, champagne blonde hair that framed her beautiful face and faint crow's feet at the corners of her green eyes. She wore light makeup in...
Many afternoons Paul Cantor stood at his office window in the English Department and looked down at the campus below watching the students walking to their classes, some riding bicycles, others romantically holding hands, some sitting on the benches or along the wall of the large circular fountain sending splashing rainbows of water into the air. This day, h...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ****************** Las Vegas, Nevada "Thank you, I love you all! Goodnight!!" A crowd of thousands roared in thunderous applause with the closing of a show. A dozen dancers gave their final bow with the woman of the owner in the...
Things had been progressing pretty quickly all day, and they certainly weren't slowing down once Abby came up to the side of the bed and undid the last button on her collared blouse, revealing her bra. That innocent white smile spread across her face as the equally white top slipped off the young girl's arms and fell out of my sight to the hardwood floor of...
*Note: Hey guys, sorry it took so long for me to update, my editor is now MIA, or she just abandoned me, I'm not sure which, either way, new editor please. This chapter is a lot longer than my previous chapters and I put a lot of thought into it, thus the long wait. Hopefully I can update a lot faster from now on. As always, do not be afraid to comment or cr...