By Jedd Clampett I don't know how it ever got as far as it did. I don't know what I could have done to prevent it. Believe me it's a sad tale. I just wish sometimes... Anyway, here's my story. It's incomplete I know, but this is as good a place to start as any... The name's Cullen Culverson, engineer by definition, hardworking surveyor by profession, thin...
Several streams feed into this. Let me explain. First, a reader asked me to give Marigold Wilson her own story. She has appeared in three of my other stories. But I have never written one especially for her. She is the reason why I ultimately chose to put this in LW - instead of the Romance category where it probably belongs. Also - For some insane reaso...
Thanks to my dear friend blackrandl1958 for once again giving me the basis for this story, her advice, input and, of course, her editing. She is truly my sweet inspiration. Thanks to Crkcppr for beta reading. ***** Carrie Benton looked at herself in the mirror. She had really never been totally satisfied with her body. Getting out of the shower and notic...
Chapter 51 JENNIFER I recognized the ten year old black Cadillac parked outside the China Palace. It had been in my office parking lot earlier in the day. That meant that it had to be Reverend Archer's car. It really didn't stand out in the China Palace's parking lot, but my shiny BMW would. I could only hope that my paint was still the same, when I finish...
Note: When I started on this, I actually intended to do some corrections on a previous submission of mine. However, the thing developed its own dynamics and became a new story. Therefore, what I now have is a story inspired by an elder submission, but it does not have much to do with it anymore. I decided not to change the names, so, if you are one of those...
White Buddha: Portrait of an ESL Teacher in China "Melvin..." "Where was he from?" "Portland, Oregon." "That's weird." "It's a weird place..." "But he hated Portland, like, really, really hated Portland, always shitted on its hipsters, and politically correct, passive aggressive people..." "He certainly was not passive aggressive." "Wasn't he...
(Intro) My hopes with this added -and final chapter to this story is to create a bridge into the sequel currently being written... Again... I write long and slow because I choose to and if this is NOT your cuppa'... then I suggest you move on and find a quick wank elsewhere... Again – again... All Negative "Anonymous" comments will be removed post haste...
Author's foreword; Hi, remember me? I know it's been a while but real life often times gets in the way of our fun. I am back at it, albeit at a slower pace than before. You can find me on Mark Zuckerberg's little venture if you care to know what I am up to. A big thank you goes to blackstallion21 for editing this story. Thank you for reading and it's nice...
Tuesday Afternoon He was about forty, forty five years old, very tall, almost gaunt, and not very well groomed. The man was, in fact, slothful looking in a peculiar, potbellied sort of way, and was wearing greasily tattered green chinos and an old, untucked plaid short-sleeved shirt. His sneakers were foul looking, and probably even fouler smelling, Officer...
Boise, Idaho "All right everyone. Savasana!" their instructor said. "Do not skip this! This part of the routine is crucial. This is where you allow your muscles to relax so your mind and body can absorb all the benefits of today's practice." When she started going to Yoga classes, Paula Stevenson nearly quit after the first one. All of it seemed so...silly...