How I got involved in a litter pick is anyone's guess. My friend said I should come along and so early one sunny Sunday morning I found myself with seven other people on the bank of the river near my home. As there was an even number of older and younger people the organiser decided to pair and older volunteer with a younger one and then sent two pairs in e...
"Charlie," Cynara breathed as soon as she sat up in bed, but no one was there. The house was quiet, eerily so. Cynara rolled out of bed and ran down the stairs, "Charlie!" she screamed as she went, stumbling desperately. The house was exactly as she had left it, but something just didn't seem right, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Then all of...
Copyright Jeanne D'Artois April 2004/May 2013 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *************************************************...
Shannon sighed as her beeper chirped. She was hoping that things would stay quiet in the ER until her relief came, but it seemed that was not to be. All she wanted to do was put this last hour in and head down to the nearby pub, Code Blue, for a quick drink. She hear rumors that her favorite actor, Colin Farrell, had been frequenting the establishment practi...
He sat alone in his room, drawing pad in his lap and pencil in his hand, he was working on one of his numerous sketches, several booklets where also scattered about his room, some contained poems, others songs, and many upon many with drawings. He stayed mostly to himself as he always felt like the runt of the family, the middle child, mostly ignored, except...
I gazed out my window at the Atlanta skyline, staring at nothing in particular, just wishing I were somewhere else other than here. I was still feeling the familiar pangs of longing gnaw at my belly, joined in harmony with the growls from my missed appointment with breakfast. I was too busy running on the fast track of my career path that I no longer had t...
This story was edited by ErikThread and DaveT with my thanks and appreciation. Any errors are mine alone. It was previously posted on another site. ***** Chapter 1 The Resurrection I'd always imagined a life where I could retire early and do only the things I wanted to do. Maybe I would win the lottery, or maybe someone would recognize my special skills a...
Aelia was carried along the streets of Rome, the white curtains of her litter kept out the harsh rays of the sun while still filling the small place with a warm glow. It did nothing to keep out the noise. Every fish monger, wine merchant and other vendor in the eternal city hawked their wares at the top of their lungs. It was bad enough having to be out of h...
*This story is not mine. it was written by Foxilexi in the old Chyoo site and since no one bothered to transfer it over so far, i decided to take the initiative and do so. I am also doing a cleanup on typos and such while at it. all credit should go to the original writers of the story and the chapters. The original intro is messed up so i largely removed it...
A large rowing boat approached the shore. It had been rowed from the yacht in the distance. 8 large males glistening with sweat manning the oars. In the centre of the row boat sat what looked like a lady pirate administering a riding crop to the rowers. In front of her a smaller male obviously sitting on the floor of the boat was fanning the lady as she exer...