Being a newbie author around these parts, I'm just starting to test out my storytelling style. Normally I like to include a lot more backstory and exposition, but I'm still not entirely sure that type of thing is warranted here. This series of stories is taking place as parts in a larger story, so there is potentially plenty of backstory to be had. If people...
This story is set in Pennsylvania in the early 2000s. It is a love story, so if you're looking for "Wham! Bam! Thank you, (insert gender title here)" please feel free to leave. Here's the usual disclaimer and preface stuff. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to...etc., etc. The story is my property, so please don't "borrow" from it. If you should h...
In April of 1989, Linda and I had planned to have Bobby Wilkinson and his wife, Michelin, visit with us. They live in Scotland. We received a phone call from them. They informed us that Michelin had finally become pregnant and Bobby didn't want her to travel. We all agreed to postpone their trip to some indefinite time in the future. I had commissioned the...
It was to be expected that Ruthless reported what all had transpired back to Oz promptly, who was having his own gloriously difficult time with his brother. Once they left the generator room they moved on to the store room Charlie kept all the dry and jarred food items in, arguing the entire way—the inventory was accurate though. He kept pickled items, jams...
This story is based on the White Wolf Game series. Those that know the games will understand better. For everyone else I hope I made the world of darkness sum-what clear. If not then I appologize. * A dark figure stood before an altar raising his hands to the heavens. His words were incomprehensible, seemingly a gibberish language that had no meaning. H...
"Jack, I have made it very clear where I stand with you. I've never played coy. And no, I can't give you a time line as to when I might feel differently," I shouted at him as I pointed, actually shook, my finger at him before he had the chance to say the most predictable of questions. Jack was my ex-husband. What were he and I doing not only in the same tim...
Evening mists licked the feathered edges of the shadows as they lengthened across the valley floor. Dusk was enveloping the low depression and the tattered big top that stood in a sort of forlorn solitude, alone except for an equally neglected Winnebago and a rusted-out pickup parked nearby. Along the perimeter of the adjacent property overlooking the valley...
Bill silenced the alarms notification that the appointed time of six thirty had arrived. The next sound was of Monica sighing and then rolling over again she said into her pillow. "I think I'll stay in bed, Jennifer you go run in my place." Bill chuckled and nudged Jennifer. Jennifer was in the grip of her usual morning fog, which took minutes, not second...
"How I wish the muscled Saxon was not a Christian," the Princess Erzhad said in her flawless Greek to her riding companion. "For then I could worship him like a god." The Princess did everything but lick her chops. She stared off at nothing in particular as if her mind was elsewhere. "Tis improper for me to speak this way of a man, but with him it is like I...
A mottled carpet of leaves flew off the blacktop, and then fluttered back to earth like butterflies descending on a field of sage. Just another hour, thought Brady, returning his attention to the road in front of him. He turned his baseball cap around and depressed his right foot, the force of acceleration driving him deeper into his seat. With a push of a b...