Summary: Maybe Teysa should have read her volunteering contract a bit more thoroughly...though perhaps its a good thing that she just skimmed it! Author's Note -- I just want to say, thank everyone for the kind emails! If you have any suggestions, critiques, concerns, or comments, I'd absolutely love feedback; I'm very happy to be giving back to this nice s...
"Really, Mr. Ballard, why should we bargain for something we already can get for free?" Mr. Smith asked. This wasn't going the way Stanley Ballard imagined! When he stepped through the doors of Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, and Smith, he had hoped to at least present his case. After all, weren't souls the most valuable thing a person had? Surely, they were wor...
II Sir Ballard assured me that the wilderness would be difficult, but would be made more pleasant by the fact that we would not be traveling alone. Almost immediately I found he was correct. We traveled on horseback, a mode of transport to which I was grossly unaccustomed, and by the third day I could barely sit my saddle, let alone ride for hours without r...
© Edited by Penn Lady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. This is a submission for the Halloween contest. Please comment and vote. Thank you! * "Hey, guess who remembers we still exist?" Violet asked as she entered the pack house library, waving what appeared to be computer print-outs above her head. The lithe young woman strod...
Edited by Penn Lady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. This is a contest piece, please vote. * We are the Benandanti. In the earliest days, the moon sang to us our purpose. Protect. Protect our brothers and sisters, the tribe, the village, the township. However large or small the protectorate was, our sacred duty was to guard i...
After three days of rest and the recovery of our supplies from the inn, the inquiry began. A small number of the soldiers passing through the city remained when the rest of the regiment departed, and the city watch was a great help. Sir Ballard led the proceedings from a cot; both his legs had been broken during whatever fight had led to his incarceration in...
Dedicated to my collaborator, the Sylken One things are not always what the appear to be, even as they are appearing * * * * * "I believe you boys have much better things to do than litter the halls with your presence during class time." George Ballard's booming, authoritative voice echoed in the hall. As Vice Principal of Market Street High, had found hi...
The swirling fog of the morning made me more miserable with my utterly boring existence. Just like everything in this backwoods part of Kentucky it seemed to close in around me. Nineteen and life didn't offer any hope of escape from this place, not even from this rotten, little dinner that had been passed down to my mother from her father. Here was boredom s...
Chapter 38. Laura Barry was a middle age single man with a daughter in college. He was a science teacher at a high school but his salary was not enough to finance his kid in her university even with her scholarship. He did not need that much more, basically just fees and books but he did not have the money for them. He did not want to work a second job al...
I was so busy trying to keep my pile of papers from flying away as I hurried into the elevator, I didn't even notice the man who'd held the door. I noticed he'd held it, and I thanked him, but I hadn't looked up. I felt one of the books from the stack I was carrying start to slip from my arms. I did an awkward little shift-hop-dance trying to shore them up...