Note: I'd like to thank ashpuppy for editing my story this time around. I'm very pleased with the results of his hard work. I'm confident that this will be the last time I'll have to resubmit this particular chapter. Enjoy the story. - Wyldnight A heavy rain pounded on the roof as we sat in the living room. I was seated on the couch and my mother was sittin...
I want to thank everyone for your comments both good and bad. It motivates me to write...I love suggestions...I've got a 'Mary' in one of my new series...Is she supposed to be a good girl or bad one?...Jenny is going to the gloryholes soon, very soon with a wonderful twist...Is April still out there? I love hearing from you...New readers, please feel free to...
Ellen Morrison sat thoughtfully, as was her custom, as the vicar concluded his sermon. Beside her was her husband of thirty three years, Alistair. They stood for the singing of the concluding hymn, as Ellen smoothed her dress and smiled at the younger woman standing beside her. After the benediction had been pronounced, she spoke to her neighbour in a frie...
It hadn't been the worse day I'd ever had at the hospital but it was close. And now, like a last minute reprieve from the governor, the fresh clean air of the forest was overwhelming my senses. Maybe I should explain. I'm a pediatric nurse, big hospital, well, okay, a medium sized hospital in the Pacific Northwest. Single, in my late thirties and when every...
I was just a young girl when my father sent me off to Kansas to live with my aunt and uncle. Times were difficult for my father having only a small income to support my mother and two brothers. My aunt had always wanted a daughter and it was with great heart ache and trepidation that my parents parted with me, and allowed my aunt and uncle to legally adopt m...
Sharon walked out of the grocery store carrying her meager purchases. She headed briskly to her car, opened the trunk and put the sacks inside. She was feeling better, the medicine the Doctor gave her earlier that morning was certainly helping. The depression had been deep, so deep She could very nearly not function. But she had to manage somehow, her litt...
It had to be somewhere around three in the morning. It was quiet, except for the occasional page over the intercom or the sound of someone pushing a cart down the hall. Heather's room was dark. The curtains were drawn and the only visible light came from the overhead fluorescents in the hallway. I had been discharged earlier in the day but was going nowhere...
Molly As Jim recovered, we spent hours just talking and getting to know each other. I noticed that he had some very strange friends. They were all big, tattooed, and dressed alike in denim and leather. He said that they were all his brothers. When I asked one of them why he had so many brothers, he laughed and said that Jim's family was very, very large and...
I walked into my apartment for the first time in nearly four months. My husband dutifully escorting and helping me walk, along with my crutches. My left leg was still broken from the accident and the doctors said I would still need them for another week or two. Most of the rest of my injuries had fully healed, only a handful of scratches and bruises remainin...
Victoria Francis was born on February fourteenth and almost any father would have called her his “little valentine”. Her father, however was comfortably drunk and nestled between the thighs of a panting, blonde-tressed librarian in the next state. He never heard of the birth, nor would he have cared much; the impregnation of Victoria’s mother was the conc...