To anyone else it might have seemed a crazy idea but it is truly a perfect plan. I figured out a modern way to live free and "live off the land". Over the years I've written many unpublished stories and novels. I know the business as well as anyone actually in the business. It was all fun. Soon, I'd have more time on my hands to write and then the checks wou...
This is the final chapter to a chain story that was first posted on May 24, 2007. The 22nd chapter was posted April 17, 2008. For those familiar with the story, it is my fault that it took so long to complete this wonderful tale and I apologize not only to the exceptional group of writers that accompanied myself and Evelyn, Queen of Vix, on this journey, but...
It had been months since we had last seen each other. That chance meeting in London, another stuffy conference, full of business suits and grayness, the air stale and artificial, the lighting just as fake. It had been a long boring day, nothing new learnt and I had been keen to get out of the room, out of the hotel and go home to my little cottage tucked a...
A knock on the door roused Allen from his quiet work. Usually delivery drivers and such rang the bell instead; a knock was more likely to be someone from the neighborhood. He sluggishly got up to answer and the knock sounded again. He was being too slow. "Just a moment," he called, walking through the house that he kept mostly shuttered against the daylight...
I watched as the printer spit out the pages of the third draft of my memoir screen play that Sara encouraged me to write. I was thinking that I needed to join the Writers Guild, with all the writing I was doing. The third draft included changes suggested by Bret and a writer friend. Sara read the script and made a few suggestions which were also included. I...
"Ms. Orr? Could I see you for a moment, in my office, please?" One of Millennial Advertising's senior partners stood in the aisle outside my cubicle. "Sure, Mr. Fenway." I smiled, but, inwardly, I grimaced. I haven't done anything wrong—that I know of, and, as a rule, Mr. Fenway asked to see someone only if he or she had screwed up. I closed the Jennings...
"There we go," Limini purred, as the berrymaids squirmed in each other's arms. "Ain't that better, sugar?" Lilikoi whined as her fellow dryads planted kiss after kiss on her big, sensitized breasts. One guavamaid clung to each side of her, plump lips fastened to her nipples and suckling greedily—brainwashing themselves with her nectar, and her with their pl...
Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2011 * Epilog: September 4th, 1985 HONOLULU (AP) Rear Admiral James Ewart and his wife of over 50 years, Bethany Rose, died within moments of each other, Friday, August 30th at their home in Popukea. Although a fighter ace during World War One, the admiral and his wife were members of the Office of Naval In...
It was another night, another of the delightful and dark nights that set free the reeling evil spirits. He spread his wings and when he rose into the stormy sky he felt the dark power of his evil Mistress fill his heart. Shadowspawn was what the humans called him, and that he was - a creature of darkness and doom, forged from the shadows in the abyss of the...
I guess I drifted off because the next thing I knew Geoff opened the bathroom door. He walked into the main room surrounded in a cloud of steam; it is so surreal I wondered how much of my nightmare was real. My breasts ached and I tried to touch them and can't move. As if reading my mind he said, "It is all true, Suzie." He was dressed in an attractive strip...