*Thank you MistyMorgan for help with editing* You come from your bathroom wearing only a white towel wrapped around your body. You did not wash your hair, I can tell because it is still dry. You walk to your bed and unroll the top of the towel so it slithers down your body to pool at your feet. You stand there naked in the near darkness, the night light gi...
July 14, 1874 Dry and dusty, dusty and dry. I don’t think this land ever changes. I am tired of the wind and heat already. I wish, and heartily, that I’d never let Jack talk me into settling here. I wanted to go to Colorado. The cool, clean water and the tall majestic mountains. If he were here... July 18, 1874 Mabel Wilkins stated that I was a “heathen...
Kendra moved along the beach, slowly, letting the cold ocean water slip noiselessly over her naked feet as the tide began to come in. Raising her head, she peered out over the ocean, watching the sun set upon the water, shooting off rays of yellow, red and violet across the water’s surface. It had been a long week, she had missed Michael horribly, and knowi...
Confessions chapter 11 - Blake Thank you Krissta for editing. The wind was calm off the small pond, teasing my face. The grass was soft beneath me as I laid upon it, and the tree behind me sheltered me from the bright sun. The day had been long for me. I had traveled many miles and this spot was welcoming to me. My feet were sore, and my waist was chafed f...
The creature was almost on top of me, and I had resigned myself to being trampled under its feet when there was a cry, and, to my intense relief it seemed to be pulled up, as if the rider of it were controlling it, as one might control a horse or camel. It came to a halt just a few feet away from me; in another step or two I would have found myself crushed...
(Author's Note: I know some of my readers have been curious as to when the next Enslaved to the Mob story comes out. I honestly don't know when it's coming. I'm absolutely shot on the story, with no idea what to do, or whether I should keep the story going. My muse and creative flow for it just isn't there. This is a project I'm working on to get me back int...
Passion and desperation were interlocked between the two bodies, their love bound by this single night. The two lovers had waited for this day for many weeks, their patience drawing closer and closer to breaking point as their love was tested. Outside of the window, the scene was that of a city landscape, the sound of horns beeping with the traffic and the c...
Associate professor Cassandra Marsh stomped into her office, tossed a plastic folder of notes on to her desk and groaned in annoyance. She had just (finally) gotten rid of an insufferably persistent gentleman by acquiescing to his request for a date. Cassandra, or Cassie, as those she was closest to called her, sat down in the comfy leather chair that had be...
It was time. Everyone should be in place, I thought as I navigated the cluttered communal living room and headed toward the party-room in the back of the house. She should be waiting for me as directed. Let the show begin. As I passed through the never overly well-scrubbed kitchen, I saw that she was not alone. At least one of our attendees had chosen to aw...
Soon after his birth Paulos was exposed upon the mountainside as are all the babies in our land. After two days lying naked and unfed in the cold of the mountain he was still alive, and therefore fit to be brought back to the village to live among us. When he was one moon old the elders of the village came to appraise Paulos. They felt his limbs, looked int...