Chapter 1 Trish was excited and apprehensive as she sat on the plane. She had visited her dad, Rudiger, four times in her child hood, during her one month school holidays. He was always very happy to see her and quite fascinated with her, she recalled. Each time they had met in a different city and he travelled around with her. Trish knew that he was wealth...
[note: this completes the story, with a new chapter presented here with the original, earlier chapters. I'd consider this a version 1.0 effort for now, too, and at about 115 pages, it's not a short read. Also, while there are loose romantic elements, I'd consider this more sci-fi and properly considered as belonging in the non-erotic category.] Mystères élé...
As we headed back to the main group, and walked past the geisterung graveyard, Casey came running towards me. "Is it over?" she asked, and I nodded, as I took a look around. "We'll need to collect these cores," I said, and Casey nodded in agreement. "How's Nolan?" "Healed, but resting. Accelerated healing like that really does a number on your core." Com...
Special note: I wish to thank Annette Bishop, Kirsten, Nancy, Liz, Ted, and Amanda; without whose support and inspiration this story would not have been created. Thank you all so very much! ***** The two women walked along side one another in the wooded grove of cedars, olives, and cypress trees; their wispy short gowns billowing slightly in the warm bre...
***--*** Schwarzelfstadt... ...City of the Dark Elves, pointy chocolate ears, pleasure...and chains and whips meshed together, was just ahead, the tired human boy walking for days to his destination. His back was sore, his luggage was all he could carry... Lono had been sent to negotiate with Dark Elves a trade deal, and now, after several days of walking...
Francis E. Sterling III by all accounts considered himself to be a lucky man. Having moved from England to attend college in the United States he had been able to free himself from the confines of a stuffy traditional British heritage. Standing 5'-10", weighing 150 lbs. soaking wet, with a slight build, he was definitely not an imposing figure. Despite his p...
The Conclusion There remained one more bustle in her hedgerow, one more spring clean for the May Queen. The trip. This trip, our trip, the fabric of our lives ripped apart and rearranged, the storm ravaged journey that had carried Deb to my side once again -- after twenty two years. I wondered, could she still hear the wind blow? Did she know her stairway...
"Kyle, I gotta tell you, I don't understand why you're doing this." "Sir, I joined the Army to be part of something greater than myself." "Um...you're in the Army, Sergeant Roberts," the lieutenant colonel said. "Yes, sir. I am. But I...play a saxophone." "A job you had to audition for. One you earned because you're that good. And after all that you want...
The blind shall lead the halt. No, wait... I GREW UP IN half a dozen rundown trailer parks around Shiner and Sweet Home, Texas. My folks were killed by a drunk driver when I was nine; unfortunately, the drunk driver was my father. Their estate consisted of a maxed-out MasterCard and a drawerful of unpaid bills, later joined by vaguely threatening letters fr...
Chapter 53: The Death of a Friend The long flight to Sydney was physically comfortable and emotionally exhausting; we just looked at each other and worried. We hurried through controls and a driver was expecting us. He took us directly to the hospital where Jenny was waiting for us. She embraced Maureen and then kissed me for a long time. She was miserable...