Although they were both rather asocial people in general, the knowledge that it would be a long time before they would see each other again made it hard to say good-bye. Li stood there, watching as BJ got in line and went through the security checkpoints, and remained until he disappeared beyond the machines and people. The drive home felt strangely loneso...
Chester suddenly stopped sweeping. He leaned the broom against the bin of sheetrock screws, hung the dust pan on the hook by the paint brushes and turpentine, leaving the pile of dust and debris in the middle of the wooden floor and without a word to his boss, Norman, walked out of Nichols and Son's Hardware Store where he had worked for the last five years....
She didn't have to be there, she realized after ringing the bell. It's not as if he wouldn't understand. She had unequivocally and literally made him a fucking promise, though. And she told herself that a distraction might be useful, something to get her mind off of Frankie. Still, she was feeling emotionally drained, and being in good spirits had always bee...
Prologue Date: October 22, 2004 - Friday Time: 8: 45 pm AST Location: Stevens International Airport – Anchorage Alaska Xander Zver arrived on flight 408 from Moscow Russia and walked into the airport through the service tunnel. When he came out of the walkway past the security guard station, he expected to see his parents, or maybe his Aunt Abigail waiti...
Kevin had just spent the most unbelievable evening in the company of two gorgeous and very obliging young ladies by the names of Sharon and Paula. This had occurred following him making a phone call to a local public telephone kiosk pretending to be looking for a lady called Sarah, whom he had supposedly met on a train from London some weeks earlier. The ide...
Eden Winthrop sat trembling in her chair, the weight of his penetrating gaze a constant sensation upon her person. Doing everything she could to avoid looking at him directly, she tried to pay attention to the conversation happening around her, joining in when everyone else around the table began to laugh. She had no idea what was just said, but she remembe...
I'm tempted to slap the "novella" label on this one, but it's the most LW-type story I've written in some time, so what the hell. Tuesday, March 15 RACHEL JOHNS The snow melted early this year. That's a nice surprise. Winter isn't quite done with us yet. I'm sure of that. She's always got her secret little plans, just like any of us. Schemes and wishes a...
Please leave comments for me. Thank you! (Diolch.) ***** Vadya climbed out of the saddle, looking warily at the people standing at the top of Castle Sietter's steps. All around him, the sunny cobbled courtyard was full of the van H'las retinue dismounting and Sietter servants taking their horses' reins or going to give a hand to H'las servants unloading p...
The rash exploit had been accomplished; and for an hour Passepartout laughed gaily at his success. Sir Francis pressed the worthy fellow's hand, and his master said, "Well done!" which, from him, was high commendation; to which Passepartout replied that all the credit of the affair belonged to Mr. Fogg. As for him, he had only been struck with a "queer" idea...
My tale, previously in another place and revised, changing the country, therefore names and edited to omit under aged characters. ***** My Dad hired some itinerant workers who stopped in at the remote hamlet, all of thirty five people, three kilometres from our 82 hectare farm to work on some outbuildings round our dilapidated house. He lived on one floor...