Ashes to Ashes The following was inspired by an idea from a reader. There is a reference to an incident in a previous story, “Revenge in Advance: The Briefing.” As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. John Sullivan we...
Alpha Chase Nygaard's POV Over Northern Minnesota Vic and Spider were awake for the last part of the flight to Duluth because no one could sleep through that kind of turbulence. The pilots had us buckled in and seats up as we passed over the strong winter storm. Wind gusts tossed the plane around, and we all just held on and waited. Finally, just before...
The Promise Pt. 01 of 4 If Vanity Fair's Becky Sharp reappeared in the modern world as an ageing rock chick affecting the gravitas of a Whitehall mandarin, she could possibly be mistaken for the heroine of this story. But she'd have to work hard to be as unpleasant. Our story is set in London in 1992. Mobile telephony, Internet based communications, and...
Chapter 7: Destiny - A Goddess Realized "Dear Goddess Destiny," She grinned in delight when reading his introduction. "Now that's more like it," she thought. "Goddess Destiny. I like the sound of that." "I don't want to ever lose you. I love you. I have always loved you. Although my actions have not always been above reproach, I hope you will consider thes...
I've never been much of a soccer fan, but betting with Ali always made it fun to watch a game. I had met him about 2 years ago on a night flight to Istanbul. He had treated his wife and daughter on a trip to Paris. Ali and his daughter were seated in my aisle of business class. She was so cute with her big mini mouse cuddly toy in her lap all the time, sitti...
Nubile Female Rural Visits By EgmontGrigor2020 Chapter 1 Remote-living bachelor, Keegan Cameron, was on the front porch bathed in rising sunlight from the east, after hand-washing shirts, underpants, socks and handkerchiefs and hanging them to dry on the clothes line under the ceiling of part of the porch. The fiction writer eyed the small blue car hea...
The skies of Procyon II were beautiful and blue. He sat back, resting his palms behind him, looking out at the sky -- the sun overhead is so searingly bright that it makes the clouds look as if they are each glowing waves of white flame. At the back of his mind, he knows that Procyon itself, the star, is slowly transforming into a super giant. Over the n...
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Bianhua A Bud blooms Part three The big black stallion, a horse among horses as far as I concerned was following us as Alana and I walked slowly back towards the coral and the huge horse barn. He was constantly trying to stick his head between ours as if he were going to miss something. To me, it was humorous while Alana was taking it in stride. Alana sa...
© Copyright 2020. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years and over. When the alarm went off I silenced it and then went to the bathroom. It was a Friday morning of a busy week and another school day. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw an eighteen year old girl who was changing every day, or at least it see...