The final episode, in which vengeance is seen to come back at you in unexpected ways, and somebody goes a bit too far... "Which brings me here," I said, putting out my cigarette and smiling at Erin. She had been sitting in the chair for two hours now, listening to how I had got my revenge on Linda, Ursula and Lucy, and I think it was beginning to dawn on h...
This story initially started as a chapter within my series 'Messy Riding Lessons', however I felt it was a story which more people may enjoy as it is a little less extreme than some of what my characters have to endure! Therefore, I have created it as a stand-alone story, I do hope you enjoy it. ***** Sarah slept soundly. She was 19 years old with messy br...
"You guys sure do go through a lot of desserts." "Well...a building this big, usually it is somebody's birthday." "I guess...this is my third trip this week." "I noticed...I mean, yeah, I saw you yesterday dropping something off." "Oh yeah, somebody got a crapload of pies." "Lucky guy. Must be love." "I guess...we do have really good pies." "Apparentl...
The only reason Dan planted the trees was because he was too lazy to mow the darn grass. His wife Kathy had insisted that they plant the entire front section between the road and the house with that Kentucky Bluegrass. Before it was a combination or big rocks and weeds, some berry vines that were just plain a genuine pain in the ass. Even so, it was only...
The lift raises to the front entrance of Laura's office building. "Alright, so we track and capture potential super-humans. We bring them here, read their minds a little and try to give them a fun life. You got assigned to me, so I basically own you." Laura says with a lower toned, almost tired voice. "You give them what they want?" Jacob says with seethin...
Mark and I had married in our early twenties. We had our kids early, worked hard, saved, and built a nice life for ourselves. We'd recently celebrated out 25th wedding anniversary and with the kids out on their own, made the decision to sell the family home and move into a nice upscale condominium. Now in our forties, we were both still working, but a smalle...
Author's Note: Thanks again to John for the great editing. And thanks to all of you who took the time to write me. If you didn't receive a reply it only means I did something wrong when I sent it so please don't feel that I didn't appreciate your writing to me because I do. Thank you. I hope you continue to enjoy reading my story. * Chapter 12: A Strange...
Even though my son Brandon was nineteen and in his second year of college, he still liked to alternate the years he spent holidays with me and his dad. This year was my year for Thanksgiving, and since my parents were in Sarasota for the winter, Brandon and I were left to fend for ourselves. Or so I thought. "Hey, Mom," Brandon said to me when he came in f...
"Grace, Sweetheart?" Kathy kind voice urges me awake. "I just want to let you know that Emmett's on his way back from his sleepover." I blink my eyes against the bright white of the sunlit walls around me. I'm in a bed, but not the red four poster bed of the upper floor; this room looks far less daunting. It's morning, which means it is Monday in the real w...
In his capacity as Master of Assassins, Lord Downy was accustomed to receiving mail on the very finest of paper emblazoned with ancient sigil rings. He treated them with respect but never felt any exceptional need to treat them with expediency. However, in today's post came a letter emblazoned with a simple 'V' on black wax and that he opened at once. Though...