One of the benefits of being in a "daredevils" club meeting is that you never know what you're going to be doing until you get there. One outing could be mountain hiking, the next one white-water rafting, and the next sky-diving ... well, you get the idea. The events are usually held once a month, weather permitting. The whole idea of this kind of club to ge...
Scar delicately dipped his hands into the waters of the quiet, slow-flowing stream, cupping and raising his them to his lips to draw in a cold and refreshing sip of water, splashing the rest across the soft features of his face to revitalise him after a long day scouting out the city before him. He looked down as the water settled once more, his gaze settlin...
Jennifer came out of the big building fuming and cursing under her breath. "The fucking bastard! The louse! The rat!" Walking in her blind fury she ran into someone. "Oh, I am so sorry! I am sorry! Scar? You! Oh my god!" She exclaimed seeing her friend. "Yes, me, darling!" ScarJo said after hugging Jennifer. "I was driving by and saw you coming out o...
"Please," I begged, "I wanna see!" I was almost whining now. "Jess, no. They're ugly and scary and gross. You don't want to look." "But I do, Steve! You're not going to scare me. If they were, like, still bleeding, maybe. But scars?" I tugged at the hem of his shirt, teasing. He grabbed my hand, still grasping his shirt. Our eyes locked and I saw frustrat...
Note from the author: I had a couple of E-Mails asking about Kistle's attire in the previous chapter. When she fell into the lake, she was wearing her chemise. A chemise in those days, was almost nothing like the ones that we see today. It used to be a thick, white garment that reached the ankles of a woman, and was worn below the dress and above the drawers...
Author's Note. As with previous stories, this one may also have evidence of poor grammar or syntax but finding an editor is harder than I thought. Part 2 will follow in a few days. The plot is based on a real story but obviously, names and locations have been changed. * I opened the fourth beer of the night and clicked to go to the next page. It was alrea...
The sun was warm. She brushed the flaky croissant crumbs from the crimson tablecloth at her corner table. A summer breeze threatened her napkin. She pinned it with the tall glass, half-full with orange juice and smudged with dark red lipstick. The breeze licked at her dark brown hair, tickling her bare shoulders. She adjusted the fashionable sunglasses tha...
Author's Notes: This chapter continues the story started in Chapter 14. All errors are strictly mine. * * * Pedro's rap on the doorframe of their hut woke Aiko and Gerald from their slumber. Their third night among these people had been quite restful. Only the waning campfires had prevented the camp from falling into total pitch-blackness. Even the noises...
I never knew her real name. The first time we met – after she stumbled off the stage – she told me it was Lisa. The next time she said Sage, then Starr... ridiculous stripper names that mocked her half-hearted attempt at dancing. She signed her release forms with different names still, and I never did get a good look at her driver's license. She had 'It',...
And so I began my new life, holding to that promise that I made to earn any kind of life at all. I had been afraid of my promise, afraid of what I would have to do. But when it came to it, I had nothing to be afraid of at all. In fact, those first weeks were the best yet of my life. The best part is that I knew, even at the time, how good it was. In the morn...