Chapter Seventeen: The Army Of The Dammed Part One "How the hell did he get the orb! I thought that only members of the royal family could touch it." I asked my father. "He got it the same way I brought them to you; by not actually touching them." "Father, Alexander, Peter and Damien your coming with me now!" "To do what Alexandria?" father asked. "...
A work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years. Best read sequentially; first read chapter one to make better sense of this. Synopsis: Headstrong Myra has a boyfriend and her husband Wendell doesn't like it. What are his options? ***** The next morning I awoke early, before six, and laid in bed thinking. Myra had shocked me last night by threatening...
It seemed as if I stared at that card for hours. I knew every crinkle in the cardboard, every stain on its surface. I closed my eyes and saw the cold blackness of the font which was much better then what I could have seen considering the evening I'd just had. How could I have known that the vampire would be in that alleyway? Or that she would be planning on...
This ongoing story is a fantasy based very loosely on actual events and real people. As always, any similarities to any persons, places, or things, or anything you have heard before is a complete accident. ***** I noticed I was staring at the ceiling, and figured I must be awake. What did I do? I started out last night thinking that it was going to be 'th...
o0o Puck floated over the park, enjoying this pocket of nature within the bustle of the city, basking in the midday sun. It was a slightly nippy morning, but the people who had chosen to make use of this park didn't seem concerned. Over at the jungle gym, several parents or nannies watched their charges tumble about and play, and several joggers made their...
Jealousy poked a tiny dagger into Sal's heart, every time he saw Joe and his new girlfriend Tammy mugging it up before his shift. Sal knew it was wrong to feel that way; to be disgusted with the idea that such a pretty girl would rather be with Joe the blind guy, than with a completely able bodied man, such as himself. Yet, that was indeed how Salvatore felt...
Many thanks to goodoldeditor for the editing—the story wouldn't have been posted without it. Gentle ambient lighting, classic blues songs birthed from a retro jukebox, and the symphony of colliding pool balls playing from five different tables constituted the ambiance inside the Southern Cross bar. Most of the people in the bar seemed to enjoy it well enoug...
Story 1 - Home Delivery It could have been the board meeting of any company at any boardroom table. But it wasn't. This was the weekly meeting of the executive of The Agency. The executive was made up of the seven departmental executive officers and Elizabeth Monaghan, founder and chief executive, who was seated in the plush leather chair at the end of the...
The workweek trudged forward until blessed Friday. Janice and Matt were getting along famously. A daily routine had spontaneously emerged that would involve the two meeting briefly in the morning over a cup of coffee before departing for their respective jobs. It was usually Janice arriving home first at the end of the workday. She would get showered and c...
ACT 5: LET THE GAMES BEGIN The house we ate dinner at was truly that, a few tables set up in a living room. The daughter was the waitress, the mother was the cashier and the father was the cook, although the mother had been in and out of the kitchen the whole time, probably helping to prepare the delicious food. The make-shift restaurant was only a block so...