Surprisingly, I am back with another part to this series. I can only thank the few readers that have commented and again RUWild for the encouragement to continue. I am very happy that my writing can entertain the people that it has so far. Hopefully, I will improve and I can provide good stories for a larger audience. So please, honest constructive criticism...
Hello, and welcome to the third issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment on...
Author's Notes: 'Trail of Promise' is my contribution to the Literotica Writers Go West event. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** Trail of Promise ******** Chapter 1 For weary travelers, Jennerville must have seemed like an oasis of ease and relief. It was just west of the continental divi...
I was brought up as a strict Baptist, yes, I know look at me now. I can remember how different people acted on Sunday, than they did during the rest of the week. I mowed lawns for extra money after school and my Dad had gotten me a job doing the church's grass and our pastor's who lived directly next door to the church. He was an older man, probably in his l...
This is the second part of "Preacher's Wife Rides With Tommy." I got a lot of good comments on the first part and wanted to write a second part quickly because the first one was so short. Feedback is very helpful because it helps me understand how people think and I hope makes things better the next time. I hope you enjoy. ***** Karen had practically run i...
Nick and Desiree had been married for 20 years. He was forty-five and in good shape and she was forty and in very good shape. They belonged to a gym and conscientiously looked after their physical health. They had a son who was away at college so their lives were pretty much their own. She was a commercial artist in an advertising agency and he was a systems...
Sitting at his kitchen table, the contents of the following Sunday's sermon slowly coming together on the legal pad in front of him, Pastor Calvin Grady was lost in his creative muse when he was visibly jarred back to reality by the sound of the doorbell. Pushing his burly body away from the table after placing a bookmark inside his trusty Bible, Calvin lum...
Life was perfect, but then again so was she. Abby Gardner gave herself one last look in the mirror and just had to grin. Twenty-five years old and already queen of her own kingdom. A new mother, a husband smart enough to be on the path to being an Episcopal priest just like her father, a house and people willing to bend to her beck and call. A good, pious wo...
I grew up in a small town about 45 miles from a very popular beach in SC, but spent most of the days after school and week-ends working on our farm. My high school friends and I would occasionally take off to the beach for a day/night and always had a great time. Shortly after graduating High school, my family sold our farm, bought a house and moved to the...
Naked, Rebecca stood in front of the floor length mirror in her bedroom. "Fifteen years," she said to herself. "Fifteen years ago today I graduated from high school. The class of 1969" She looked critically at herself. She was still slender and was more attractive than she had been in high school with character lines making an ordinary face interesting. He...