Thanks for reading my stories; I am sorry for the long delays between the chapters. All I can hope is that you continue to keep reading them and don't mind if they take a bit to come out. I do wish you enjoy this next installment. Comments and Ratings as always are appreciated, as too are any possible suggestions you might wish to read Cynthia and Sage parta...
I hated rush hour traffic. Moving along the highway like a turtle. There wasn't really anything to do but stare at the people in the other cars. Sometimes I came up with stupid little stories about what they must be like. Or, if there's a particularly hot chick in the car next to me, I'll fantasize about what I'd do to her. But the most interesting people ar...
The following story is a work of fiction. There is no similarity between me or anyone who knows me. My story starts at a Christmas party my wife and I threw at our house on Christmas Eve. Attending the party were a lot of couples, singles, mostly people she and I work with who had nowhere to go for Christmas. Since neither of us have family, we’ve always th...
It was an absolutely perfect day for golf. You seriously could not ask for anything better. Not a cloud in the sky, warm without being hot, and a perfect gentle breeze blowing in from the ocean. Best of all, it was Monday. The weekend crowds had all gone back to work, and we basically had the course to ourselves. Our group consisted of me, my wife Jackie, a...
Peter had been the organist at St Leonards Church for over thirty years. A widower with two grown up children, he had not had any female company since his wife had passed away from cancer three years before. A few months previously the parish had received a new vicar, Reverend Maxine Power. She was in her early thirties, a brunette with shoulder length hair...
It was a brisk morning in late December and Jamie was at his normal café, at the normal time, getting his normal order: medium black coffee and a bacon egg and cheese sandwich on a croissant. Jamie had always been one for routine and normalcy and if you'd met him in high school, he would have been the nerd. When he grew out of acne and learned how to dress w...
All participants in these events were aged at least 18 at the time. * I attended an all girls private school which was a good school but it did have drawbacks such as the strict uniform code. The girls in the local comprehensive school could wear sweatshirts and trousers but we were forced to wear very traditional uniform which made us look the archetypal...
Please be aware,this is a work of fiction, all the characters, places and events portrayed in this story are fictional and represents no real persons or places. The author, in no way intends this story to be a argument against established history. As far as I'm aware no creatures such as are depicted in this story exist, except in myths and legends, like ot...
Cordelia couldn't believe it. Not only had she been assigned to loser squad for a study group, but Willow expected her to go all the way to the library to pick up their research. Like it wasn't enough that she had to hang out with them, now she had to do menial labor? She didn't know why Buffy or someone couldn't do it. They were always in the library anyway...
Hartwell looked at the micro-generator reading, the shield was starting to tax the generator. Damn it! He couldn't kill these bastards fast enough! Where had this ass gotten this many men that were as loyal as they were? Touching the other thin badge like apparatus, Hartwell smiled when it hummed and he appeared a mile away! Good he thought, give the generat...