Chapter 3: T-girl at Work On Monday morning, Angel Jones reported for her first day of work at the main office of the big London Bank. As she sat on a chair in the anteroom of the personnel office, she thought about what she would be doing there. It was almost a certainty that nobody in the bank knew she was a T-girl, because George Parker would not have to...
This is the eighth installment of my story about a family with an interesting dynamic. In this chapter, we see how Karma plays a role in rewarding and punishing those who deserve each. * Chapter Eight: Justice, Retribution, and Reward He drove back to the campus and parked in the visitor lot again. He walked to his new office to put his papers away, chang...
Many thanks to my editor SoCalOvid on this series. He has given my words, that extra zing. Thank you for opening my quirky romance. If you would please read the previous chapters before this one, it will make it more understandable, and I hope very enjoyable. To all that have followed this series, thank you so much, I have been humbled by the comments and v...
CHAPTER 9 -- THE AUCTION I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing loudly in my ear. I ignored it until the ringing finally stopped. Moments later, the phone rang again. Barely awake, I groggily reached over to the nightstand, lifted the phone into the air and slammed it back down onto the receiver. I exhaled in relief as the incessant ringing stopped onc...
Philip Johnson Chapter One "And I'm out." "Did you have to do that, Paula?" "I sure did," and the game was over. "Who the hell ever invented card games anyway?" The six of them were at it again. It was their chronic poverty that brought the three couples together in the beginning to play cards. Though now they could afford their pizzas, or some other...
It was back in my humble college years. I was sipping a beer with my good friend on the patio of Churchill's pub soaking up the last few rays of the sinking summer sun and listening intently to her recount the details of the previous evening's bachelorette party. She smiled each time I interrupted to probe her for more, both mocking my enthusiasm for parti...
This is the preface to Succubus Rising. I would greatly appreciate any and all feedback on this bit of writing. It is not meant as a part of the story, but to answer some questions that came up with the original posting of the story. Therefore, it is a gratuitous info-dump or the part of the story at the beginning that people flip through to get to the good...
I sat on the edge of the bed, biting my nail and ruining the smooth polish I had applied earlier. The red of the digital clock illuminated the dark room and my lashes fluttered as the clock display switched to 10:39. On February 14th at 10:39, I finally admitted to myself that I would spend the entire day alone. I should just go to bed. I sighed. I thou...
Author's note: This tale of Lovecraftian cosmic horror has been dancing in my mind for quite a while, and I hope you enjoy it. Please note that some parts of the story will contain dark elements and non-consent. I'm eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. ***** Abigail Carter hurried across the Twisted Quad through the New England rain and bowled in...
Alyshia turned up the radio to drown out the sound of the road under her tires. Resting her elbow on the open window, she let her hand ride the night air currents. Humming along with the song, she flipped her high beams on, and steered her jeep around a curve. The drive home always seemed longer at night, and she still had a long way to go. Passing a farm wi...