The phone rang: Father McNamara had just finished hearing his final confession and hoped this intrusion wasn't going to delay his meditations. "Alright." he sighed, removing his chasuble. "Give me a moment or two." His first parish was a small community, about a thousand souls all told, and he was keenly aware of his naivety in dealing with the outside wo...
Linda bowed her head in prayer with the rest of the congregation, but her thoughts were on the mysterious "Mr.G" who she was supposed to be escorting today. Following her instructions to the letter she sat on the front pew of the St. Augustine Catholic Church for the 4 pm Mass, which was the last one of the day. The church was huge, very rich and ornate, g...
Chapter four: Uncle Marr Edward always remembered uncle Marr as his guardian and the only person who showed kindness to him. He has some vague collections of his terrible childhood; a child with no home, no friends, no one to trust or to talk with except uncle Marr. They were always traveling between the villages, hiding along the trails, sleeping at daytim...
Lucille and Bruce (Part 1. Introduction) This story is total fantasy and has no relationship to real life or experience. There is no underage sex or cruelty. ***** It is difficult to understand how Lucille and her husband Bruce Ross had ended up being so involved with one of the local lads, Brian and his mother Mrs Alice Miller. The families were such opp...
Chapter 5 Twelve years earlier... Ansel sat at the heavy mahogany desk in his study, trying to figure out what to do with his sons. Among members of Larso's peerage, it was considered somewhat dangerous to have three boys, especially when one of them was not by one's wife. Some allowance was made for the semi-legitimate children of concubines, but the fact...
This is a work of pure fiction. Any relation between the events and characters herein and reality is coincidence and may the gods help anyone who has done anything like this. This first story is “slow-burn” because I am first and foremost a storyteller. Later stories will assume an understanding of the Way, and will be a little more fast-burn. Also be aware,...
Chapter Twenty-Four -- The Surgeon's Wife A heavy snowstorm swept over the central mountains on November 15, putting an end to travel, foraging, military drills, and just about anything else that involved extended activity outside. The Defenders congregated in the bathhouse and the kitchen, the only two buildings that were adequately heated. Isauria and Dan...
When God speaks, you should obey without question. Just remember that God is love and anyone who preaches hate doesn't come from God. I feel that those words hold true regardless of which religion one follows, but they should be required for all followers of Islam, the religion I was born into. My name is Fatouma Bilal-Sanchez, and I'm a young woman of Saudi...
Apologies for delay... A new round of my favorite thematic, Ancient History. Another shemale on male story, a little darker and rougher than the previous one (A Greek Woman In The Trojan Palace), a lot of betrayal and dishonesties in this one. Again, this conception is not intended to be strictly stick to Official History and Tradition, big thanks to my frie...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story...