We made it back from France with an additional person in our retinue and 3 days before the start of the next term. It had been an interesting holiday for everyone. The fledgling jewelry enterprise that Jane and I were funding was really taking off. There was, also, huge interest in the US for Bea and Nils' line of jewelry after Bea's paintings had garnered s...
Both of my parents were obese and lazy. They were self-centered and never cared much about me, their only son. Our trailer was always dirty and in need of repair and growing up, food, apart from beer, chips, and Twinkies, was always scarce. As a teen, the desire to be nothing like my parents and to get as far away from them as possible had pushed me to learn...
Alrighty, How are we all? Now, to those of you who followed this story. Thanks for your support. Unfortunately, this is a soft ending for part 1 of The Newest Generation. At 50k words all up, I'm happy to leave it there for the time being. This is to make room in my schedule to get back into the sequel to 'The Beast' my award winning story I released in Feb...
It was just after breakfast, when a young African house-boy knocked at the kitchen door. He handed a note to the cook, and said in halting English "Letter for bwana Peter," before scampered off. Having heard, I fetched the letter from the cook, wondering who's writing to me here? I hastily open it, to see beautiful neat writing, which said; Hi Pete, My dad'...
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After a quick breakfast at Lou's place, Ken drove directly to school and arrived promptly for his first class at 9AM. The class time passed quickly as did an hour and a half workout in the gym. Thankfully his dates were finished until Friday night. He went home ready to collapse on his bed and sleep. Unfortunately, things happened differently. Cindy was wa...
GirlySmile wanted to write a Spider-Man centered story, and asked me if she could compile some of the scenes of my previous stories as an initial setup for her series, and if I could help her write the final text. At first, I was reluctant, but, in time, I grew fond of the refactoring idea. By using the best elements of some already publish texts, it was po...
Mary Jane stood in the middle of the sound stage dressed in some ones idea of what a woman would wear on an African safari. Khaki shirt and shorts with way too many pockets and a pith helmet. Thick socks and hiking boots completed the outfit. Several men, similarly attired, were lying on the floor with fake blood smeared on them. A mousy little man who had...
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I. Miles wasn't angry. He was more annoyed than pissed, to be perfectly honest. Swinging through the streets of NYC was usually a good remedy for frustration. But today was different. He had been left behind. The black and red webslinger knew he was on the younger side compared to the other heroes. Stark was slowly but surely getting some silver in his...