Edgar was old. He accepted that. He was in a 'retirement' home. "Screw that" he thought, "it's a damn nursing home." Edgar's wife of 54 years, Alison had passed about 4 years prior. His sons and daughter had tried to take care of Edgar, or Eddy but found it too hard. "Hard my ass," Eddy would say, "It's not like I need CARE or anything." Eddy would occasion...
This is module two, chapter one. This is a novella of sorts. The intent is to have 4 modules total covering different times in our main characters life. While it is feasible to read any of these independently, this is a carryover story, so reading them in order is beneficial. In module one, our main character, Katherine "Kat", was a senior in high school a...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Or is it? All characters herein are imaginary. Or are they? All events described here are fictitious. Oh, really? All locales described here are real and actual. If you had been to the unnamed places, you would recognize them. But this story is not to be taken seriously. Or is it? All sexual activity depicted here invol...
Over the last two weeks Pi had found St. Agatha's library to be anything but wanting. Its shelves were made from rich cherry wood that had been painstakingly put together and polished to shine as if they were crafted from gemstones instead. The demoness took a moment to caress the back of her fingers along the rigid underside of one, marveling in its smoothn...
The finale...enjoy. * Chapter Eleven - Business As Usual The businessman sat in his cheap London hotel room sipping a Johnny Walker. He twiddled what appeared to be a business card between his fingers. The small black high-gloss card had the silhouette of a stylised schoolgirl with her skirt flung high showing off her stockings embossed on it in silver. U...
Chapter 1: The Dedicated and Delightful Detective Decker. Note: This is more a slow burn story, although I think it'll be worth it in the end. There's a large age difference between the main character and love interest (18 and 35 respectively), so if that bothers you, don't go further ahead. There's also a lot of swearing. ———— The first time I met Wil...
© 2020, All rights reserved -- mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Janie sat in her kitchen, her hand gripping the pen tightly. She'd listened to the message on her answering machine at least a dozen times, the pit in her stomach growing each time she heard the soft, sweet, confident voice of the woman that left it. Picking up the note pad off the counter, she stared...
It must've been cruel fate that Claire Winters was born in the small town of Podunk. Podunk was not ironically named, even if its settlers had intended it to be. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe "Podunk" was the name of the town's founder. Claire didn't know. She never really researched into the history of the founding of her birthplace. She did know this: This pla...
Most of the two-part Love Lies is written in the first person as narrated by Davey. The short section below is written in the third person to give the reader a little background on the character Kate. Kate is loosely based on my best friend's wife; a very good, small town girl; one of the nicest ladies I know who has kept a smile on my 'big-city' friend's fa...
Kathy had a perfect little life. She had plenty of money. She had no worries and no cares. Everything in her life was going along perfectly. To look at all that she had materialistically, anyone would envy her lifestyle. The house, the cars, the trips, the clothes, and the jewelry, she had it all. Fortune without fame and flying beneath the radar is always...