This is the final chapter of Rocket Girl. So if you're ready, let's get to the happy ending, shall we? ------------- Aurora awoke first and spent a little time watching her new man sleep. At one point she felt as though she could almost begin to cry. She was so happy. She didn't know where this would end up, but she'd been serious the night before. Despit...
I'm tempted to slap the "novella" label on this one, but it's the most LW-type story I've written in some time, so what the hell. Tuesday, March 15 RACHEL JOHNS The snow melted early this year. That's a nice surprise. Winter isn't quite done with us yet. I'm sure of that. She's always got her secret little plans, just like any of us. Schemes and wishes a...
1. "Why don't you simply confess, you wretched creature of darkness. End this now, and your soul may yet receive the grace of forgiveness when you will be purified by fire." She mustered all her strength to lift her head and look him in the eye. Her body was but a sea of pain, she had been ravished, branded, stretched, cut, speared and strangled. Even if...
Greg was back on his walk, the halfway meeting with Tansia over. Greg smiled to himself; so that was what she looked like naked; he had, of course, wondered; fantasised even; and then there was that tail! Greg kept thinking back to Tansia's tail. What was there about a girl wearing a bushy squirrel tail? Was it the thought of how it was attached? Was it the...
"You wouldn't dare." "I would, you know." "Right then - two o'clock by the lake at the beach." It was not easy for Greg to wake but he had promised -- no - accepted the dare that very afternoon, and he crept out of his sleeping bag and laced up his walking boots. It had perhaps been the result of too much beer at lunch time. He glanced at Mikey but he cou...
Anyone who's been married knows that the institution of marriage provides a complicated situation for the man and woman involved. It starts out with the participants proclaiming love "until death do us part," whether "in sickness or health," and "forsaking all others." Those are powerful words and concepts that I speculate most of the people entering into ma...
Ron Melor wanted to scream. He'd spent the last eight hours rolling around his lonely bed, tossing and turning in a way Maddy's presence should have made impossible. He was unable to either shut the thoughts of the last few days out of his head or to refine them to the point of isolation. Instead, a constant swirl of images and words flew around his conscio...
Author's Note: When I first started lurking on Lit years ago there were certain types of LW stories that easily got my hackles up. One of the worst was the cheating wife on her deathbed confessing all her indiscretions to her husband to ease her conscience. Sometimes she'd tell him, but other times she was even more heartless and just wrote him a letter. Thi...
Off the village of Tiputa, Rangiroa Atoll, French Polynesia Saturday Morning The woman sat in the sailboat's cockpit, her legs stretched out in the sun, her eyes fixed on the thatched-roof cottages that rimmed the palm-lined shore less than a hundred yards away. The sun had been up for less than three hours but already the morning air was thick and warm, a...
This is the follow on story to CW – Hello Walls. Most readers were up on arms about the way I left the hero, Alan, in a world of crap. This is the completion of that story. It has been only a few months since Alan had taken up that apartment in Seattle and the previous story "Hello Walls" occurred. Alan sat at the small corner table in the shabby, dimly...