Chapter 03 - Uncle Billy's Girl The truck ground to a halt and Robert opened my door. "Hey Pa," he yelled. "Come meet my new girl." The old man left his chickens and headed toward the truck. "Well Robert." "She is one good looking girl." The old man's eyes roamed my body from head to toe as he held his hand out. "Names Uncle Billy." "Nice to meet yo...
Chapter 3: A new way of life. )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Jhardron woke in the dim morning light with the sour smell of the girl in his nostrils. He looked over at the girl huddled asleep at the back of his tent. He debated his wisdom in acquiring a ha'akh now. The Twisted Dagger was only half way through their conquest of the remote Northern provinces. Dealing w...
Jul 5, 2009 MWM Chapter Four "Visiting Mom." Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some stories m...
I groggily pad my way into the bathroom, noting that the little mirror medicine compartment thing over the sink is open. I frown, and shut it. I stare into my face, blinking my large, green eyes. I press my ears down against the top of my head, and flap them up and down a few times, stretching them. I wriggling my nose, before sticking a finger in my mouth a...
LXXXV Our Daily Bread Iris 2061 When she was a child and even until quite recently, Iris cherished a very romantic vision of country life. Green fields. Village ponds. Forests. Lakes. Winding lanes with hedges on either side. Songbirds on the wing. And although much of the English countryside was still pretty much like that, now Iris was employed as consc...
Millie knew Carlos was a gentleman the first time they met and she caught the scent of his cologne. A well manicured, well mannered man, Carlos hid behind dark shades, his cheeks browned like hearth bread, and dimpled too. His suit was especially tailored, he said, by his mother - a wonderful seamstress and a sensible woman whom he loved more than anyone. He...
William de Mort rode his powerful black charger at the head of his caravan. His eyes fixed on a castle that dominated the lush green valley. The castle's tall rectangular keep sat secure behind a stone ring of imposing fortifications. Still, the young Baron felt unimpressed and slammed his inheritance. "To think I inherited this... No wonder they call f...
So late! Elise prides herself on being on time. But when the Uber driver refuses to take her up the long, gravel drive to the tall woman's cottage, she has to walk the last half-mile. Twenty-six years old, athletic, brown hair tied in a bun, in her best blue business dress, stockings and black pumps, she pulls her roller bag behind her and feels out of pl...
The war referenced in this story is fabricated in order to make the ages and time-lines work. At thirty she had it all, didn't she? Five years earlier her appearance on a television reality show had quickly brought her worldwide attention and fame. As cheesy as the experience had been, it had opened many doors for her. It hadn't hurt that she was beautiful...
Val frowned. "Why privacy? You think I'm going to get in the way? I want in as much as you do." "Because you might balk at this. Normally, I'd balk at this. And for me to say that means that essentially, you don't want to even guess at what I plan." answered Zeke. "Why do I have the feeling that I'm going to regret this?" "Because you're an intelligent fe...