Have you ever rolled into a town that you have no recollection of ever have been in, and discover that it somehow looks familiar. I couldn't put my finger on what it was, but there was something very familiar about Mt. Vernon. Some of the older buildings had a familiar architecture about them, the Courthouse caused me to pause for a while. In the recesses of...
Just so you know voting and feedback are nice things and only take ya'll a few seconds, stop being lazy :P My life began with my birth, which is how everyone's life starts, at least everyone I asked agreed with me. I was a happy child, I had fun I made everyone smile. I was joined with Alo in my fourteenth summer. I was so happy at first, he was happy wit...
Author's note: So, here it is - the final chapter of Peter and Lindi's story of the year 2010. The year that brought us the first ever season of The Walking Dead, the travel chaos caused by ash from the Eyjafjallajökull volcano in Iceland, the explosion of the Deepwater Horizon oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico, the rescue of 33 miners trapped underground in C...
The drive to Sara and Peter's home only took about fifteen minutes seeing as they lived just a few miles away from Ben. The closer Ben got to their destination the more nervous Laura became. As Ben drove, he phoned Sara to let them know they were on the way. Little did they know that she would be waiting on the front lawn for the arrival of her sister. "Wha...
Paris would have been my first choice, With perhaps Rome or Amsterdam second. But Hamburg? It was hardly tourist-land. But Wendy's name had been on the entry form and she had chosen Hamburg. "We've been to all the others." She said. It had been one of those "You have been chosen..... " things, which come through the letterbox most days. I had always though...
I want to thank all those who were kind enough the comment, contact me, and vote on my last effort. I thank Xtctr for editing this story and pointing out where it was confusing. Please don't blame him if there are still spelling and grammar errors. I make a lot of mistakes. You can see I took many of the comments on the last story to heart and I hope this on...
Sorrel lay in bed, half asleep, half awake. The sun was just beginning to peak through the curtains. It was going to be another beautiful spring day. Someone or something had been touching, no tickling, her feet. She peered down and saw Fletcher. He'd sneaked upstairs while everyone else was asleep. "Hello sleepy head," he said. She yawned and spread her a...
Forward: This story is more than one chapter. If you're looking for something pornographic you might be disappointed,but of you're looking for a love story this might be it. Regardless, if you get to the end of this chapter I'd like a comment. Prologue: Two people are alive and at work in one of America's larger eastern cities; one had been a rising st...
They say that romance has become a lost art, but art only becomes lost when it becomes artwork. Nowadays, machines do all the work, that makes men lazy. Could it be romance is dead because it's too much work not to be primitive? Too bad machines can't do the work of romance... *** The first thing Virus did when she got home was thump on the air condition...
Lydia lay silent, unmoving, holding her breath in her bed as the shadows closed in around her. Tonight, she had prepared for the intrusion, and she would discover who watched her so quietly at night. The clock ticked, the only sound in her bedroom, counting down the seconds, the minutes, the hours. He appeared every night now, around two o'clock, and that w...