This is the final chapter in the Cruel Irony series. ----------------- On the second Thursday evening in February Jeff answered for the phone. A familiar voice that sounded week and distressed spoke, "Is Pam there?" After calling his wife to the phone he asked his sister, "Are you okay?" Betty did not want to talk with him. He sat at a distance waiting...
Authors note: Hello everyone. I hope you have been enjoying this series of the Tables. Thank you once again to David and Kate for being my second set of eyes. Enjoy! ~ellie. ***** Dressed in a plain linen shift dress, Olivia clutched Genesis' hand as she walked into the large imposing building of the Australian Federal Police, labelled with the initials A...
I was nineteen years old. Definitely legal and by no means a virgin, but that didn't make what happened between Mr. Royce and me any less erotic. After all, he was a much older man, literally old enough to be my Father. He was my dad's best friend ever since high school and I was babysitting, more as a favour than anything. His second wife was much younger t...
They had drifted off to sleep around 2:15, Amy nestled in his arms. Steve had awakened at around 4:15 when his mind told him that his left arm was asleep. He worked it out from under her, got the blood flowing, and the feeling back into it, and then drifted off again. She slept deeply, sighing in her sleep. At 7:00, Steve awoke again. He was so used to bein...
Wrestling With Life's Cruel Irony – Chapter 1 See "Life's Cruel Irony" for context. This is a continuation upon the marriage of Jeff and Pam. This story deals with the impact the marriage has upon three couples. ****** When the minister said, "if there is anyone who objects to the joining of this woman to this man, let them speak now or forever hold their...
When the grandfather clock chimed two o'clock its sounds awoke Jeff. Noticing that he was on the sofa, with some effort he moved down the hallway. Before entering the guest room he took care of business in the washroom. He was still a little groggy from sleep as he entered the room. The bedside light was still on. Though the alcohol blurred his mind he was...
Charly sat at the counter at the McDougal Coffee Shop, staring down at her plate. It had been a week since she encountered the four tourists by the lighthouse and she's made every attempt to steer clear of them ever since. She'd been pretty successful at it so far, but her luck was about to change that morning. She was now quietly gazing down at the toast,...
The cab makes its way through a large gate and makes its way down the long road leading to Phatsaque High School. A special school, that is. A boarding school where a deadly disease has spread through its many halls. A disease that is only deadly to men, leaving all of the women of the school untouched. The disease is horrifyingly gruesome in what it can do...
This is a continuation of the "Life's Cruel Irony" series. --------------------- As the sun rose on December 22nd Doris was sipping her coffee as she thought about her to do list. The final dusting and cleaning needed to be completed. Much of the vacuuming and dusting was tasked to Royce. She was relieved that he had recovered so well. The prognosis in tho...
Co-authored by Salacious and Kewbert Authors’ note: What we attempted here was a “he said/she said” collaboration. “He Said” is in Roman style type, and “She Said” is in italics. A telling of the same story from two perspectives, with a dash of chain letter feel to it. It’s a bit experimental, but we thoroughly enjoyed writing it. We’d particularly apprecia...