Note: I want to thank Tis_Mina for her wonderful and constructive editing assistance. The story was greatly improved through her help! I would also like to thank Anonymous for taking a fine tooth comb to this story. * Joyce was in a deep state of despair. Sitting at the kitchen table looking at the letter of eviction she had just received from her landlo...
Little Fur-Skin A retelling Once, in a great and vast land far from where we now sit, there was a grand kingdom. It was a bountiful, blesséd land, filled with mighty forests that grew in rich soil; the people were kind, glad and good, and they were magnanimously ruled by a loving, just king. Tall as an oak, with ginger locks and fine beard, when he laugh...
A word from the author Please note, any names of characters resembling among the living or the dead is purely because I lacked the energy needed to come up with original characters. If I have broken copy write laws or offended anyone, I do apologize. Well actually, I don't, but I need to say things like that so that if I have to stand at some sort of heari...
We came to a stop sign, I looked sideways at my wife Beth. My quick glance was to gauge her mood. We hadn't spoken so far during the car ride. We were on our way to my families Saturday night dinner. I know, most families have their big dinners on Sunday, but my family was a little different. My fathers family had moved to the US from Romania during the tim...
Edited by LadyCibelle AUTHOR’S NOTE: A couple of E-posters found some plot holes in Part 01. One of them said that a man shot from the front at close range with a shotgun would not live long enough to turn around and run away from the crime scene, taking a second load in the back. Good point. However, some people do survive getting shot at close range....
As always, thanks to MaryGirard and Boheminxen for the editing work. Without their efforts in correcting my awful grammar, this would be mindless drivel. * "What the fuck, Mom?" I yelled with an iniquitous look strewn across my face. Mom shot me a disgruntled glare, "What did you just say to me?" I cringed at my slip of the tongue -- not that I don't cu...
Dora got onto her bike, smiling at her good fortune. It had been raining on and off for the last few weeks, but today was gloriously bright and sunny... just perfect for a bike ride, her favorite form of exercise. Swinging her left leg over the saddle, she straddled the bicycle and pushed off, aware that the neighbour was staring. He had probably been waiti...
Darin arrived at the club on opening day at nine in the morning, wanting to get everything in order before people started showing up. He'd taken the previous night off, asking Amber to cover his shift, and had actually woken up earlier than the girls on a school day for a change. Miguel was planning to join him at ten, which would give them two hours to go o...
"Hi Doris. It's Davie." "Hello David. How are you?" "Fine, thanks. Listen, you said to call you sometime when I'm getting off of work and had a free evening." "Yes I did, didn't I. I guess your all cleaned up and ready to go home." "No, actually I just got back from a pretty dirty job and I'm filthy. If you give me some time I'll run home and clean up....
Author's Notes: Full disclaimer, Teacher's Crossroad, contains scenes of sex. It also includes scenes that may disturb sensitive readers. That sounds darker than I intended, but I suppose that's what disclaimers do. All that said, it's a Burnt Redstone story, so truthfully, how dark do you think it's gonna get? Originally intended to be three separate s...