-- CHAPTER 4: Manhattan -- **** *-- JUNE (PRESENT DAY), ATHENS, GREECE --* "Jonathan, you were a lot harder to find than I thought." I felt my whole world rocked as I recognized the voice. Perhaps it was the yacht. Even tied up at its berth, the boat swayed gently on the harbor waves. But the point is, my entire sense of balance went off-kilter as Cassan...
Chapter Fourteen — Sunday School When she'd gone to Mass as a teenager on the old Headmaster's orders, Janice had been struck by the appearance of the Father leading the service. He was tall and rough looking, with large, craggy features and recessed but gleaming dark eyes. He had also noted the presence of the gorgeous, sensuous young brunette sitting in t...
CHAPTER ONE "It's a tradition," Esther reminded herself as she pulled the box from the top shelf. For twenty-five years, since her son Tommy was just two, she had decorated their house from top to bottom with ghosts, vampires and ghouls of all shapes and sizes. She, herself, would dress as a gypsy and read the cards for children of all ages in the neighborh...
Monica Kelly silently slipped out of bed; trying not to wake him. She searched his bedroom floor for her panties, but couldn't find them anywhere. Most of the floor was littered with his own dirty clothes, but she spotted her bra lying by the doorway. Monica tiptoed across the floor and grabbed it, and quickly slipped it on. Brandon, or was it Brendan- Moni...
PROLOGUE In her dreams, the man has no face. The dark, dirty room shifts and vibrates as if an earthquake is trying to open the ground under them. Only the man is clear and unmoving. Black lines and diagrams stand out on his body, centering around his navel and running to his feet, hands and head. Where his face should be is a blank expanse of skin, slight...
Copyright © 2017 ***WARNING*** This story deals with a very real problem in our society—the sexual abuse of a minor. It in no way glorifies or condones but treats it as the heinous crime that it is. Before even writing this story, I checked with Laurel and made sure I followed the guidelines she provided so please don't go reporting it. If this subject is...
//: 2105, City of San Iadras. Perking Centre's Function Hall. "Uhm. There's a Report from Lake North, which was written to summarize research operations in Twenty-Ninety for the auditors. " Troy blinked against the blinding lights, and cleared his throat awkwardly. "It was written just before the Emancipation. The part I want to tell you about tonight, is,...
FAWC 2: "We Gotta Stop Mom!" (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery in...
For those who love my work and have left kind, constructive remarks and/or encouraging words, and you all know who you are, I dedicate this tale to you. Still though, I wish everyone peace and God's blessings, and I pray for your souls...ALL of your souls. MoogPlayer P.S. One more thing, the characters, as well as the names used in this particular story, a...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. The title of this story comes from 'Rain On The Roof' which is one of my all-time favorite Beatles tunes and can be fou...