Author's Note: This is the final part of The New Neighbors, the thrilling two part story about love, lizardmen, and teenagers WHO ARE ALL STILL EIGHTEEN. They didn't become not eighteen between story halves. Time travel is in the Concord stories. * In the anti-climax that defines many stories of the world, a text message full of amazingly explicit pictures...
This story is fictional. The events, characters, and locations are fictional, any resemblance to real life people and places is purely coincidental. I have taken certain liberties at some points in the story concerning the technology in use, otherwise, all other 'tools' are factual. ***** "Hi, Babe! How was your day?" Don asked his wife in greeting, removi...
Sharon moves things along with her two slaves Now with two household slaves in tow Mistress Sharon takes time to merge them from two separate entities into a single functioning unit. To make this happen she organizes several events to bond the two into a harmonious unit. She also learns unexpected things during her trial and error approach. As stated in eac...
Thursday, 4:17 a.m. Tabitha squirmed in her nest of sheets and comforters, blinked at her alarm clock, and glared blearily at the wall in front of her. Somewhere beyond the plaster, someone was stirring. Loudly. Thud, thud, thud, went the footsteps in the hallway, and then came the creak of the door and a faint jingle as someone tossed a set of keys onto a...
Rebekah Mikaelson couldn't remember the last time she had been this happy. In fact, she wasn't sure if she had ever been this happy. The reasons for this were numerous, but ironically the most important one was Elena Gilbert. Specifically the fact that Elena Gilbert was her date to prom, the two of them the centre of attention during this extremely human ex...
Oh my goodness, can I just say I am so sorry, I decided the final chapter needed a bit of a rewrite and then I totally dropped the ball. I stopped to do nanowrimo, and then I did a creative writing course, and then all sorts of other stuff happened... well you know how it is, life has this way of throwing curve balls at you. I hated leaving you all hanging l...
It was a long drive home after the horrors the day before. My ass, back and stomach, which Beverly had torn to shreds with her nails, looked like someone had taken a brush loaded with red paint and slapped it all over my skin. It even hurt to sit, since every time I shifted in my seat I could feel my knitting wounds tearing open. We drove home in silence. It...
Tilting my gaze away from the breeze, I shifted the phone to read off Mary's address. Yup, this should be the place. As the wind died down I slid my phone into its pocket and set my hues on a small, solitary building that happily took up its own side of the street. Half clinic, half home. Clamping itself on the city by its tail end, her business bloomed slow...
Dear Readers, Installment 2 of What Now? I'm approaching the conclusion of this story in my writing (as some of you may recall, I write longhand then transcribe) and hope to get more chapters out soon. Enjoy, KemMyst ******** Stephanie gritted her teeth. This was not her temperament. She was a warrior, not a manager. The paperwork, the decisions, the li...
This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous parts I suggest you go back and read from the beginning to get the full background. I want to emphasize that this is not a work of fiction by me, but an actual email correspondence. This person requested that I respect her anonymity...