~~Jack~~ He started to get up. "Stop!" one of the hunters said. "Stop, or we'll keep shooting until you can't get up." He continued to get up, a small grin on his lips. This was going to be fun. This was going to be so much damn fun. "Shoot him," Elen said, voice cold and hard. "Don't kill him if you can help it." Well, nice to know they still wanted him...
~~Jack~~ Once Jack got back, his mom seemed to have gotten past what was probably a couple solid hours of crying. She'd be miserable, for months, but time healed all wounds and all that crap, so he knew to be patient. Antoinette would know, too. His mom threw her arms around him when he walked back in, and he had to calm her down. A few pats on her back an...
It's been a while since I wrote anything... So I thought I'd break up the winter monotony with this little tale. If there is a message here; it is that life entails choices. And the hard part of living it is making the right choice. The plot re-introduces three people from another of my stories. And I have to add that it was a pleasure revisiting old friends...
My thanks and best wishes go out to Kimtacular for her many hours of editing she spent on this story. * Sara stifled another yawn and looked at the clock again. 12:15am. She was used to getting up early and jogging as the sun came up so this late of an hour was hard on her. It probably wouldn't look too good to her new boss to be sleeping when he arrived....
INTAKE It was a dark and stormy night. John Shaftsman's thumb was growing heavier by the minute as he plodded though the puddles in the breakdown lane of Route 30, also known as Conestoga Road after the wagons of the first settlers that set out west on this very road in search of a new frontier . Shaftsman was soaked, as God Himself seemed to be pouring b...
The City Of Angels, Spring 2008 (Note: Part 5 ran seven pages, which was longer than I like. Part 6 is longer, so I have subdivided it.) For this section: Chapters 42, 43 and 45 include violence. Bad things happen to bad folks. Chapter 46 includes sex. This is a work of fiction. However, the record supports the historical references below (Mongols, Mand...
Author's note: All characters and situations in this story are fictional except the well known very public names, obviously. I DID read Tommy Franks' autobiography about 10 years ago and hope I retained and represent all the key things from it accurately now. But no guarantees based on my current memory state. This is a supplemental story to my "Special We...
************* A personal peek into her story. ************* Loving Wives but Non-erotic, I would guess? This is a composite of real-life experiences, heard and over-heard. As narrated by family and in-laws, friends and acquaintances. Considering how many different versions were told by the individuals who had actually lived these events, I hope that thi...
The unremitting darkness stares back at me as I look out into the oppressive black sky. I can feel another tear run along the well worn tracks in the grime on my face as I remember gliding on the winds in the bright sunshine before my imprisonment. I gaze upon the utter blackness, without moon or stars, and wish for even a single point of light. When I was i...
"Nigger lover!" The sound of my father's voice echoes up out the past to me as I drive past the state line for the first time in forty-three years. I can still hear my mom crying after the slamming of the door, the loud shattering of glass from the other side of the closed door. I never found out just what was broken in such fury. Fury I caused. The mile...