This is actually the first short story I completed. It was my baby so I was reluctant to throw it out into the cold, cruel world. It's been fussed over repeatedly. Like every good parent, I know I have to let it go out on its own. So, here it is. Please treat it kindly. * The feeling of dread was nearly overwhelming. Sticking his toes over the brink of a b...
"Okay, he's awake." Those three words reverberated around the inside of his skull like it had been hollowed out with a blunt instrument, possibly a large serving spoon. He recognised them, he understood their meaning, but was unable to string them together to grasp the context. A dull ache behind his eyes blossomed into a bright white pain as he gradually e...
Part 6 -- Tumblin' Down by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ First Draft started 2008-06-17 This version 2012-10-03 Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot for his time and patience. ~ Altaerna — A world, where the laws of reality may become mere guidelines at any given time, where magic and machinery are intertwined, where all those things...
The embers had long since cooled, leaving blackened planks of jagged wood that jutted up from the ground like the ribs of the earth. All that truly remained of the simple wooden shed was the mammoth wheel, turning lazily in the gentle waters. He had, at first, been angry. Potions, precious herbs, a lifetime's worth of hoarding the rarest books and scrolls....
Monday morning came and classes went by fast. It wasn't long until he was in Ms. Callahan's class where she was going over composition ideas with each student individually, giving the class a free period. As the bell rang, she told Chris to stay behind. "I didn't forget about our appointment," he said, showing his palm with the words 'Ms. C @ 3' scrawled a...
We entered the Master suite to find our owners relaxing on the bed. Still not undressed and with some music playing. We entered, knelt and bowed as always. Our owners sat on the love seat by the large window and bade us to kneel in front of them. - Tiffany. We see something in you that we would like to nurture. But it is you who has to make it grow. We wil...
Sharon Stone stretched her arms upwards as she opened her eyes and yawned after a good night's sleep. She let her eyes wander around the room as she cleared the sleep from her head and let the reality of a new day surround her naked body lying on the lavender, silk sheet and covered by the same. The thin silk covering Sharon's body sculptured the curve of h...
Mary Alexandra Wanzack, called Zandra by everyone who knew her unless she was in trouble, arrived in Koenigsburg just before dawn. The sun was just a suggestion of something that might become light on the eastern horizon. It was cold enough so that her breath was visible in the air, but not enough for frost. She'd hitched a ride from the veterinary college...
Another tale of the turbulent times during and following the Civil War. Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are requested and very much appreciated. Thank you for taking time to read and comment on my story. ******************** "He was a hell of a man in his day," Marshal John Tillman motioned toward Elwood T. Sloan who was slowly walking down...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. This story is...