This is a mystery story of Annabelle's life and the changes she encounters. The characters are all fictional. Please read the earlier parts. Please leave your comments. Florence was a beauty that had left Indiana at the age of seventeen. She had met an interesting older woman and they became lovers. This mentor taught her the languages and the character...
Overtime by Alex de Kok Joe sat back, trying to ease the kinks from the concentration, but the screen told him what he needed to know. The patch was good, the suite was running, and the payroll would be through on time. He glanced across at the next terminal. Sue was leaning back in her chair, long legs stretched out, eyes closed. He took a moment to admi...
"Thank god that's over," said Liz as we tidied away the presentation material. "Hey, you were great," I said. "Never missed a beat." And she hadn't. Liz Morton, from head office. Fortyish, maybe ten or twelve years older than me, but slim and attractive in her tailored suit. She smiled. "Nor did you, on the technical queries." I shrugged. "Well, I was le...
November 1948 Oakland, California Bleary-eyed and doing his best not to fall asleep, John Crossfield cast a weary gaze on the departure board above the ticket counter for the tenth time in about as many minutes, then, looking at his Hamilton wrist watch, he hoped against all reasonable expectation that today's train would be called on time. It was almost...
At long last, the Finale of Finally. It would probably help to read the first three chapters of this, to understand this final chapter. I really enjoyed writing this couple's story. And though they're of my own creation I've grown very fond of Rico and Sherry, and I hope you'll enjoy this. Something was off with Sherry. Rico could feel it, but couldn't figu...
"The separation between past, present and future is only an illusion, though a convincing one..." - Albert Einstein. Feet tucked in close, she sighed, picked up the newspaper and looked over the front page, settled on a story and started reading. From time to time she picked up her coffee, took a sip, a little grin crossing her face here, the shadow of a...
© 2009 All rights reserved * Jacob Scott stared at his desk. Not so much at it as through it. He couldn't believe she was gone. It had been a week and he still couldn't wrap his mind around it. Chelsea had left him. "I'm sorry, Jacob," she had said, standing by the door with the last of her belongings in a small bag. He had come home to find she'd moved n...
There's a lot I simply can't remember that happened in the following few days we were stranded in Rock Hill. My attention was almost entirely focused on my overwhelming sense of grief. I was completely disconnected from the many events swirling around me. I guess I was hoping that Crystal might still be alive and would magically appear from somewhere. And wh...
It was close to noon when I heard the key card unlock the hotel room door. I didn't know if it was the maid or my long lost wife. I was reading a book while lounging on the bed when she walked in. She cautiously looked around with Monique following her half hidden from view. Amanda had a 'please forgive me' look on her face as she dropped her bag off to the...
*-*-* I know in my last submission, I said that I might not try writing any more straight or 'hetero' (as many people on lit call it) stories. But I got this idea that was a little different than what I did with the other straight story that I did titled 'The Intruder' (if you haven't read it yet, maybe you should check it out in my profile). This is a sto...