Jack's youth had been a funny thing; he had left school at sixteen; he was now twenty-two and a multi-millionaire. His grandfather had been an incredible influence in Jack's life; his grandfather was a very successful businessman, his interests were varied, the business closest to his grandfather's heart was his Antique business and his Auction House. He als...
Waking the next morning, I was feeling lazy. I didn't really feel like getting out of bed, but my ladies were having none of that! They were telling me to get up, that I had a lot to do before we left for town, and get up now breakfast was ready. After breakfast, I went to find Grandpa. He had just finished his own breakfast, so we went out to the wagons, m...
======================= He loves her family, one of them, perhaps too much. Several years ago, I read Penasweapon's My Perverted Life, and it gave me an idea for a story, which I jotted down. It's taken quite a while to get it finished, my original notes are from 2010, so it's been percolating a while. The Alzheimer's and dementia described isn't wholly a...
I was in my adjoining hotel room bathroom staring into the mirror while applying my eyeliner when my grandfather peeked his head into the door and said, "I was just checking to see if you were about ready. It's 6:45. You know you don't have to go to this boring ole dance if you don't want to. I won't be upset." I turned and looked at him before replying, "...
The sweat dripped off the end of my nose as I walked home from classes. Here it was not even summer and the heat was oppressive. We had been running our air conditioning full blast for the last two weeks and there was little relief in sight. My room mates and I knew that we could not be stuck in town for the long weekend with all this heat. Yet where could w...
Thanks in part to my other concerns, such as being treated like a regular at Highlights on the Marsh, I had all but forgotten about my modified hearing aids, which were still in my old lady purse. I got them out just before Whitney brought my drink. "Thank you, dear," I said to Whitney when she put the Tom Collins in front of me. "I'm sorry if I offended yo...
Only the Ancient Ones remember the days before the Dead Things started to rise. The old ones remember a time when the world was very different, before food became scarce, the skies went dark, and when the world was teeming with humans. The supposedly magically wonderful time before the dark times. To the young, these supposedly great times sound far-fetched...
Comments may be sent via the COMMENT tab of my author profile. Author's Note: All characters involved in sexual activity are +18 years of age. Nitpickers please accept that the narrative is first person from the point of view of the main character and that the grammar is exactly as I intended it to be. This is a work of fiction set into the future and has...
I suggest you read Part1. It will explain the characters and events so far. Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are more than welcome and very much appreciated. Please enjoy this continuation of the life of the Randals and Eagle's Nest. ******************** "Who's Chante?" Ten year old James asked. "She is one of our ancestors," Lewis answered...
This chapter will make more sense and keep you in the flow of the story if you read Chapter 1 Constructive comments and emails are requested and very much appreciated. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment on my work. ******************* I'm glad my traveling days are over at least for a while, Lewis Randal said to himself. It was 2007 and he w...