Thanks everyone, for all your feedback during this series. I am starting a new one, and I will take all the suggestions on board. Warm regards Barbra Dark Redemption - Final Exactly as he asked me to, I am standing outside the door of Peter's office, at the precise time appointed. I am nervous and excited as I always am when I meet with Peter under th...
Brushing a stray lock of ash blonde hair from her luminous blue eyes, Dawn Swenson stamped and sealed the last of twenty envelopes containing invitations to her Halloween party and sat back with a sigh. She would have much preferred e-mailing or texting her invitees, but Mother had insisted that she send invitations. That is what proper young ladies did when...
Brian Andrews pulled his leather jacket tighter around him as he stepped out of the large office building. It was only October, but the weather was already colder than it normally was this time of year. A sudden gust of wind brought a scent along with it that made him stop in his tracks, lifting his nose slightly to figure out which direction it came from. H...
Chapter 12 -- A lecture from Ruth Burnside The morning exercise session came and went, followed by cooling off in the pool, showers, and breakfast. Afterwards the sorority members grabbed backpacks and headed out the front door to go on a two-day hiking trip with the Tri-Alphas. The only people remaining in the sorority house were Heather and the pledges....
March rains fell hard, as I stood in front of my church. Preacher Ned was waiting for me. Out of desperation, I had called him, telling him that I needed to talk. With his smooth cultured voice, he told me to come by his office at church sometime late afternoon. The cold rain soaked me to the bone. I purposefully stood there, letting it pelt me. I had beco...
My breath hits the cold air like a warning. Telling me to stay back; don't do this. But I must. I must end this ear of my life once and for all. I walk up the steps to a dark room. He lays on his bed, turned to his side with his back facing me. I haven't seen him for three years. I wanted to see his face one last time, get a good look at him. Sitting on the...
I'm sorry for the long wait. to be honest this story isn't my favourite, I only come around to it now and again because I know some people actually like this stuff. admittedly, against alot of remarks that the story is moving too fast, I feel the need to inform you all that nothing drastic will take place until all the characters have been properly establis...
THE LONG ROUTE "Would anybody really be surprised if Justin Bieber had the name 'Geraldo' tattooed on his penis?" I asked the stay-at-home mom wearing nothing but well-placed body paint. Through a concrete coating of eyeliner, she stared back at me, gulped the remainder of her Fuzzy Navel, and headed out to the dance floor. Three cowboys wearing ass-less c...
Chapter 1 April 1589 -- Loch Leven The drenching rains fell heavy as they often do in spring, in the western highlands of Scotland. Through the trees in the early morning, grey haze, a flash of lightning illuminated the murderous eyes of a small army of clansmen peering upon the sleeping village. The evil in the eyes of the leader showed the mindset on car...
Quentin remained silent for rest the trip, lost in his thoughts. When they arrived at the starport he led her through a warren of passages, avoiding the few concourses where passengers gathered to await transport. Finally, through windows that overlooked the exterior of the dome, a squat little ship could be seen. "The Scrapper," he declared. It was a shabb...