We have a saying in the area where I grew up and still live; if you don't like the weather, hang on a minute. The people giving the weather on the news are viewed as something of a joke, through no fault of their own really. The fact is that if a wind whips down out of the North Pole or up from the gulf, there is just nothing to stop it or even slow it down...
Prologue Loren had almost lost Holly because of hesitating and continuing to deny the obvious fact that he loved her, and his obsession about maintaining his status as a bachelor seemed pretty inane to him now. He had caused his own demise as a man still available to play, but as he sat there remembering the steps in his downfall, he had to smile. It had be...
My motor coach rocked to a gentle stop with the soft hiss of air brakes. The motion and sound captured my attention and I looked up from my laptop. "We're here?" I asked as I glanced around. David, my friend, driver, trainer, and stunt coordinator, gestured out of the large windshield. "That's the place." We'd stopped in front of a slightly tatty warehouse...
Part 1- The Beginning It began in early March and Bob Collins was sitting alone at a table in the middle of the large meeting room nursing a single malt scotch on a Saturday night. His eyes wandered around the room noticing various people. He knew most of them having been to many of these meetings before. The industry he worked in had semi-annual meetings u...
Introduction This story does not challenge man's faith in God. It does not challenge the Christian faith in Jesus Christ. It does however, challenge some organisations among those that call themselves a 'Church of God'. It does challenge man's abuse of Scripture for profit, in particular it challenges that section of the Christian church, the so-called 'Pro...
Elliot Carson looked at the screen on his HAAS controller. He pressed the buttons that would run the program at 25% rapid and in single block mode. Running in single block, meant that the huge machine would execute only one single block or command in the program at a time. It would then wait for him to prompt it before doing anything else. He closed the doo...
Chapter 1 I was supposed to go to the CIA. No, not that one, the other one--the Culinary Institute of America, the foremost cooking school in the country. I had been cooking for years for free, and I felt sure that's what I wanted to do for money for the rest of my life. It would be my ticket into the world, and introduce me to all the amazing things out t...
I need to thank my editing team. Harddaysknight is my mentor and reads for me, giving me critical advice. SBrookx103x also reads for me and gives me peer review. My editors are PapaKilo14, Hal, Olddave1951 and GeorgeAnderson. Thank you, gentlemen, I love you all. This story is a repost from another site several years ago. I had to take it down, but now have...
For more information on the characters in this story, please read the following: What Mother-in-Law Wants Badge of Betrayal Clarissa Gets Served Grab Life by the Balls The Ghost of Red River Falls Darla's Dilemma Getting Back to Square One ***WARNING*** This is a long story. How do I know? Because I wrote the damned thing. If plot development...
Chapter One. I met Eric at the tennis club I had joined. We were both single men with no set schedule to speak of, so we played together pretty often. I'm a pretty laid back guy on most things, but tennis was one of the few things I was competitive at. Eric, it turns out, was the same way, and some of our arguments over points almost devolved into fistfight...