Before you read on, dear reader, please be warned that this is most likely nothing like what you are used to reading on this site. This is by no means an erotic tale, nor is it akin to my other work in progress, "Seeking Twilight". But my friends, please do read on, at least through the Prologue, and as you read, imagine yourself sitting in a theatre, a memb...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Sunday dawned rather over cast and foggy with a light drizzle falling. Not exactly the kind of morning I wanted to spend driving north in an unfamiliar rental van for 3 hours. But Kay and I had made plans to make our first antique buying excursion and I had scheduled a vacation day for Monday. At least we had no time constraints to deal with. At this time...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
CHAPTER 1 Riding on the 8:17 into London, Jo Hart watched the broad shouldered blond guy approach down the aisle and resumed painting her finger nails, timing the brush strokes with the sway of the carriage. The guy stopped, picked up her handbag that lay beside her on the outside seat and tossed it on to the floor beside her feet and sat down. "Hey what...
I hope I'm not screwing up, I'm writing a much longer story that will go into a different category. In that story I created a character that fascinates me. But in the other story she has a relatively minor part. But I think she deserves further exploration and as a result this is a long story but all in one piece. Thus it's posting in Novels and Novelettes C...
I was 15 when my father caught me early one evening smoking a cigarette out behind our barn. For a long second, he just stared at me with those steel-blue eyes of his. "Smoking, huh?" he spat finally. "Come with me, boy." I knew I was in for it, because the only time he'd ever addressed me as "boy" was right before I got a whipping, which hadn't happen...
This is my first stab at writing sci-fi, and I enjoyed every second of it. John Wyndham I ain't, but it was fun all the same! As ever, my heartfelt appreciation goes out to my editor, The (devilishly handsome) Brit, without whom my stories would lack a definite sparkle! Always there with a wise word and a green highlighter, I'm more than lucky to have him...
Dear Readers, Sorry this took so long but holiday errands and travel have cut into my creative time, and some sections are harder to write than others. Next chapter is in the works and, hopefully, won't take as long. Enjoy the story and the holidays. KemMyst ******* Saturday Lyssa did remember the dream, at least, parts of it. He had woken her gently...
As with all my writing, there's a bit of romance and build-up. ------------ "Interspecies cohabitation and education is not only inadvisable, it is in fact quite unsustainable in a modern setting." - Aart's 'Arguments Against Interspecies Interactions' Silver Creek Conservatory was one of the last bastions that promoted and practiced the intermingling of...