My eyes open hesitantly - struggling to adjust to the early morning sun filtering in through the bedroom curtains. I let out a small groan as I reached across the nightstand at the side of the bed in an effort to turn the alarm clock in my direction so that I could see what time it was. I froze in mid-reach when my mind finally processed the fact that I was...
CHAPTER 1 This story is set in Sydney, Australia * * * It was stormy when late morning the young boarding school history teacher, Sophie Cuthbert, hurried under the lashing of wind and rain, shedding her hat and coat before entering the head mistress's office where she was given the expected news. Thirty minutes earlier the school board decided to fire...
This is a part of an ongoing series - if you find yourself here without reading the previously chapters, I highly recommend going and catching up. We'll still be here when you get back :) So it's looking like we'll be moving to a two week schedule, rather than a weekly one. I hope that won't lose me any of you - I'm just struggling to keep up writing this w...
Being a divorced mother of two had its ups and downs, and today was no exception for 39-year old Amy Hunter. Work had been particularly hectic and she hadn't been able to get away from the office until 6:00, which meant she had to rush home to get ready for her date at 7:30. In the five years since her divorce, Amy had gone out with only a handful of men and...
*Trigger Warning* I know people use that in the wrong way but this part of the story has descriptions of abuse. If you have been abused it might bring up those memories and I don't want to do that to anyone. I want to once again thank Valphund for his great help editing this last part. He's a wonderful person and you should all say something special to hi...
I knew her the minute she walked through the door, Cynthia Marten, she'd been three years behind me in school, the younger sister of a friend, the year she graduated from eighth grade I was a junior in high school. Even if you work and live in a larger city you have a tendency to stay in touch with what happens back home if you came from a smaller rural area...
Tim Larson smiled and spoke to everyone he met as he strolled through the crowd with his daughter, Heather. He was far and away the best maintenance man in the company. As such, he spent a lot of his work time on the factory floor repairing and maintaining the complex and complicated machinery required in the manufacture of buffers and accessories. The Fergu...
Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven of many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, a part of Barbra's story, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, being Jim. ***** This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past, names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Di...
This chapter continues straight on from Part One. If you haven't read that one I suggest you do so first, otherwise this chapter will not make much sense. The link is in my profile. * * * * "It makes sense to go back to Maddy's place first," said Adam, "since she needs dry clothes and a hot shower." "Yes, but I've not got much food in the house and a rubb...
The Gaze of the Abyss Once she lost the attention of the retributive head mistress, Norma's life settled into a type of normalcy and mostly boredom, much to her relief. The vast majority of the female slaves served purely as decoration, housed and kept at exorbitant expense as a status symbol. The unseen potentate had detached private quarters where he kept...