The beautiful white sands of the north coast of Jamaica known as Montego Bay, displays a stunning combination of Old World warmth, Caribbean hospitality and an unmistakable inviting beachfront hideaway, offering privacy and seclusion, to the many tourist that ventured there. Not a single cloud dared to darken the brilliant azure skyline, allowing the unbridl...
Authors Note: This story is for the April Fool's day contest, 2017. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to Paul, who volunteered to proofread for me. This will be the first of a series along this theme so I hope you enjoy and follow the story line in the future. ~ellie * The Fool : Prologue: April 25th, 2011. Sinclair Mansvelt straightened his tie and walked towa...
Elyse Alcott was looking for fun, something she had been missing over the past couple of years of her life. Over two years ago, her husband had passed away in a car crash and her life in Montana had become nothing more than work and home for the two years since. The money from the life insurance and other motorist insurance had paid the bills easily enough,...
My many thanks to hex_nalun and Rosemund_deBurg for corroborating with me on this. You guys rock!!! ******************** "So... the Sword has ordered me here... A town called Nightshade..." The young man's voice trailed off a bit. His short golden brown hair rustled a little in the breeze as he stepped out of the car. Not much could be told about him at a...
The good father was staring at me. "Are you telling me you killed this Michael Finnegan? A crime you have not been convicted of?" I took a pull from the flask he'd passed me during my latest installment of the tale. "This is a confession, father." "You know I am obligated to tell the authorities if a crime has occurred." "I hope you do tell them, padre, I...
The soft thump of the music pounded slightly behind the dressing room walls as I took off the blonde wig that hid my dark hair. Damn that thing always makes my head itch. I scratched it absently and unpinned the net that held my hair tight against my head. Sometimes I hate this job but other times I dearly love it. Looking in the mirror I unhooked the mask t...
Tuesday, January 4, 1881 God save me from these post-Christmas doldrums! Everything gets so frightfully boring this time of year. Whereas one month ago all the great houses of London were festooned in their finest decorations and every night someone was only too eager to throw a soiree worthy of fond remembrance, now we are all adrift in a sea of ennui. The...
Author's Note: This story is fictional. It was not written with Earth Day in mind, but it happened to be ready at about the right time. My thanks to a friendly critic for suggesting that I enter it into the contest. Saturday, August 12, 1995... It's the beginning of a two-week birthday present. My birthday was three months ago, but I haven't minded the wai...
This story is a work of, hopefully, humorous fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. Any products or organizations that appear do so in a fictional manner, too. Thanks for reading. Any feedback will be greatly appreciated. ______________________________ When I took a new job in the suburbs of a major southeastern city...
Sometime before Finn's time and Ray's time, it was Ian's time... ********** ********** She stared at the words scrawled across the whiteboard. Dr. Randal Parker. Introduction to Psychology. 3:15pm to 5:15pm. Her eyes moved to the clock. 4:48pm. "The limbic system of the brain is often thought of as being the most primitive part of the brain." His hand r...