Oscar got Daphne, and Peter settled in at his house rather quickly. It was very late by the time they got there, so Oscar wasn't surprised. He showed Peter to his nephew Tom's old room, and the kid crashed almost immediately. Daphne came to bed with Oscar, but Oscar did offer to take the couch just in case. He didn't want to presume she wanted to share a bed...
** Guns and Dust will be going on a 3-month hiatus! See comments at the end of this chapter for details. ** ***** Asher seemed almost manic as he made quick preparations for the hunt. He'd pulled on his pants and boots but hadn't even bothered with a shirt, a grin now a sudden, permanent feature of his face. Adina's hazel eyes followed him, his express...
Thursday, 3 shopping days to Christmas The snow ploughs came into the village in the early hours of next morning and two of them trundled down the Underhill Lane past the Medcalf house. The first plough formed a bow wave by the side of the road, the second truck was a salt spreader with a small plough stuck on the front. It stopped in front of the Grange an...
HVAD CHAPTER 15 The Grey River, in mid-autumn, was much calmer than it had been in the spring. I understood now why Barsam wouldn't launch his invasion until late spring or early summer of next year. It simply wasn't practicable when the river was in full spate. I rode across the open fields of Adarion with mixed feelings. This still felt like enemy territ...
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FOURTEEN "It's not that she didn't find me, it's the fact that she didn't really look! And why? Because she had someone else lined up to take my place. That Derek was installed before the trail was cold! Everything's gone swimmingly for her hasn't it? One man disappears another takes his place in her bed and in her life. You should have seen them, they're d...
Prologue From a purely personal point of view, happiness is extremely difficult to describe. We are either happy or we are unhappy, and it seems that there is little we can do, however hard we may strive, to make ourselves happy. The story I am going to tell, is about two people, and how they eventually found happiness. Before the events described here, if...
Prologue Hi there. My name (of course, changed for the obvious reason that I am not suicidal) is Jones. I am a black male, I work as a janitor at this all white school. I live in a big city nearby, and have held my job in this rich white satellite town for about 6 months. Basically, since the Man let me out on parole. My life is a typical tale of the youn...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains gr...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. Reproduction without the expressed approval of the writer and owner of the story is prohibited. Be advised, this is a story about a cuckold couple told from the point of view of their bull. As some of you know of my stories, it is not conventional to the genre. I push boundaries and question everything a...