I saw Mr. and Mrs. French stopped at the light where Southgate crosses Euclid Avenue and becomes Hill Street. Before they put up a stoplight, there was only a stop sign. Euclid Avenue was called Nicolas. Back then, Mr. French's old Plymouth, with its huge fins in the back, would have still attracted attention. I was probably the only one who noticed it today...
Jori Part 4 – Liberation A Fairy Tale of Sorts Author's note: This is part 4 of a 4-part story arc. Please read the previous parts first. As always, character development is important to me so most of my stories start slowly. All characters, mythical and otherwise, are over eighteen. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * Jori was as stunned as Angelique was, in the very...
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Nicholas loved action/drama movies that featured a hero on a hopeless quest to right a wrong or find some peace in the world. They seemed to resonate within him. He was in the middle of watching the Outlaw Jose Wales for probably the twentieth time when there came a gentle knock at the door. Deciding he was decently clothed in his shorts and t-shirt he got...
"Remember when you first met me?" Olivia asked. She was sitting next to me on my bed and we had just watched "Stardust," one of our favorites. Saturday movie nights were one of our weekly rituals in this last summer before heading off to college. Of course I remembered ... Olivia and I had been best friends forever. When her family moved to our little sub...
'Tanaya wiped the table over one last time before surveying the kitchen with a critical eye. She still felt as if there was some trace of the other woman who had been in her kitchen that day present even if it could not be seen. Stiff with irritation 'Tanaya tossed the cloth in the sink and headed for the lounge room. Brad looked up as 'Tanaya walked into t...
Good morning, folks. Lucas Brown is the name. A tall, good-looking young Black man from Georgia. I attend the prestigious Georgia Tech Institute of Technology on an academic scholarship. My dad Derek Brown is a policeman. My older brothers James and Nicolas are firemen in Atlanta. Our mother died giving birth to yours truly. We all live in a nice duplex toge...
a note from the author: One of the things I enjoy about Science Fiction is the chance to take ideas that wouldn't work in the real world and have a little fun with them. A theme I find curious is the idea that aliens are studying Earth culture via old TV and radio broadcasts they've picked up from deep space, then basing all their in-sights and observations...
(c) Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2010 CHAPTER NINE – THE DARKEST HOUR At long last, here is chapter nine. Apologies for the hiatus but too often the real world interferes in my writing schedule and I don't get any work done for ages. As a reward for your infinite patience we'll post a couple of chapters very close together. This one ties up the l...
The smell of flowers and a tickle on my cheek roused me from my sleep a second time. I opened my eyes and I was taken aback by what I saw. I was no longer in my room, or even near my home from what I could tell. The salty smell of the ocean could be made out on the wind amongst the sweet smell of spring blossoms. All around me the pale petals fell on the br...