Fuck Mountain, huh? A place for you to fuck away all your problems? That's a laugh, because there's only one problem I have, and that is my dead wife. No way I'm ever going to fuck that problem away. Maybe if she was alive I could fuck her away. Maybe I could cheat on her by fucking other people so much that she'd leave me. That would technically be fucking...
(My thanks go to BONNIEBREA, for her editing. I've had a great deal of fun with all three chapters. I hope you all enjoy your read of this final chapter.) The folks had decided to return home. I wished I had some sort of news to tell them, but I couldn't reassure them: if I only knew as much as they did. It still took me a few days in my 'wondering what'...
"Where do you go on the first Saturday of each month?" I quizzed Sandra. "It seems to me that you've been vanishing on those days for the last year or so." Sandra laughed. "It's no big secret. I go hiking with a group each month. We take little used trails to the top of a mountain, enjoying the peace and scenery." "Sounds like fun," I said. "Any objection...
A Natural Wonder of Passion Southern California has more than two-thirds of California's thirty million plus occupants, and Los Angeles is its largest metropolitan area. Los Angeles is a large sprawling urban area. L.A. is next to the beach, the mountains, the desert -- and any style of living is possible. Entertainment is unlimited with the city's offering...
For centuries, the castle atop Mount Kijiro was a well-known icon, especially for the females of the region. Over this time, nearly a dozen villages had sprung up at the base of this lone mountain rising up out of the otherwise flat, vast plain. What had captured the thoughts of virtually everyone in the region was the mystery surrounding the castle, a place...
NOTE: Do not use the first "Picture Gallery" Chapter - It does not work and I am unable to delete it - If you want the pretty pictures, please feel free to make use of "Picture Gallery (Works, Offsite)" So, as I stated earlier, this is my first attempt at a story (although I have done some role playing so I hope I'm not a total blowhard....
The road was every bit as rough as I remembered: granite boulders, sandstone, steep, deep ruts, narrow. I was in my new Jeep Wrangler, the first off-road trek I'd made with it. What a perfect place, the old Anthony Lakes lookout. I'd been there once before with my parents, probably twenty years earlier, when I was a teenager with much more important things o...
Estelle Hopewell proved to be Ada's saving angel—and far more than in their intimate moments, of which there were many in the ensuing years. Estelle immediately fell in love with the hidden Colorado valley of Wolf Creek, and she virtually moved in with Ada and Frank in the Wolf Creek Ranch main ranch house. Frank never really took to her, but he tolerated he...
Like a drug, reader's comments make me write more. Like a whip, constructive criticism makes me write better. Please vote and comment. Your feedback makes for better writing. * Above two thousand feet on the Three Sisters Mountain Trail the air was clear and dry His lungs filled hungrily as he climbed, swinging each leg in a gentle and day-long cadence. Th...
Grendel Wolde 1513, which is the dreadfulla storeye of the ambush of the deceitefulle and godless Urners against the truie, faithfulla and godloving people of Grendel Wolde (from a village church chronicle) ************** Tinu shifted uneasily on the small ledge and pulled the fur closer around himself. Why am I sitting here? he asked himself, not...