This might be a bit slow and far too sweet for many people's tastes, but if you like a man who takes his time.... ------- Raoul's library, suffused by the soft, warm tones of Rubinstein's 1965 recording of Chopin's nocturnes, rests in the moonlight filtering through its stained glass ceiling. He sits on one of the sofas at the near end of the room, tryi...
What kind of bear was he? Her teddy bear. Appearances can be deceiving *********** Author's note - First off, I'd like to thank Bebop3 for prereading and making suggestions. It is a better story as a result. Any story failures or mistakes are the responsibility of MY own fingers. Since this is another long one, the following paragraph will telegraph a...
© 2018 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts her moral right to be identified as the author of this story (although she seriously doesn't think anyone else would want to be identified with writing this insanity anyhow but you never know). This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the expre...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...
I sat in the back of the Galaxy Club, moodily communing with Jack Daniels. It had been a rough day, culminating with my girlfriend moving out. I replayed our final conversation in my head. "What's going on?" I'd asked, coming home after a hard day's work running piping and installing the kitchen sinks and bathroom fixtures in a new restaurant going in on Cl...
"Amy," called Mum, "your aunt and uncle are here." I dashed into the hall and opened the door. Pam kissed me on the cheek saying, "Hi, Amy," then went through to the kitchen where Mum was putting the kettle on. Tim stepped into the hall carrying two heavy-looking overnight bags, and I led him straight up the stairs to the guest room. "It's good to see you,...
Kinetic Copyright 2006 hammingbyrd7 Chapter 1. Looking back, I think the first clue about my abilities occurred months before they started manifesting. It was in the first week of January in 2001. I was still sixteen at the time. It was the week my mom died. I've had classmates who've lost family members, through accidents and illnesses, so I've seen bot...
Author's Notes: 'Jack's True Calling' is the sixth story in the saga of Jack Danner. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the backstory so it is highly recommended you read the first five stories in the following order: Jack's New JobJack's New PositionJack's Daily GrindJack's Wage Slavery Parts 1 & 2Jack's Snow Day All characters engaging i...
Author's Notes: Rising above the station one is born into is not only a measure of financial success but demonstrates a profound strength of character. Overcoming the forces that maintain social stratification can seem insurmountable. Those with the will to succeed, the resilience to persevere, and the intelligence to distinguish true opportunities from fa...
Mike's Navy: a novel in five parts Part 5: Changes copy write 2014 Chapter 66 Sunday 23 June, 1985 When Mike parks by the gate and snoozes Ken Daniels wakes him. "Sorry, I didn't know anyone was out here. I'm going off shift but Ferman's down there. Toot your air horn." Mike looks at his watch and sees it's nearly seven thirty. He toots his air h...