Copyright PennameWombat May 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual eve...
Alyssa's cerulean eyes seemed to drink in every detail of John's shocked expression as she waited for his reaction. "What did you do?!" he finally whispered, staring unblinking at the elongated tips of her ears. She hesitated, unsure of herself. "I wanted to do it for you... It felt like it was time." Closing the distance between them, John gathered her...
Gabriella The porcelain sink chilled Ella's scorching skin as she leaned against it and splashed water onto her face. She was burning from the inside out. A sharp pain gathered behind her eyes and rushed to the back of her head causing her to sway for a moment. Her hands balled into fists before she shook them out and repeated. Anything to halt the tremble...
I dunno, I was looking at a pair of people in their forties doing their grocery shopping when I noticed some BIG differences in their speech patterns. What was between them appeared to be based on a playful friendship and she seemed affluent to a fair degree. It made me wonder how they got together. They were too new to have been together for very long, but...
Here it is, my contribution to the "Welcome To The New World" event. I hope you like it. I couldn't believe he was gone. He was thirty-five, six years older than I was. Way too young to die. Then again, he didn't die a natural death. He died a horrible miserable death on the streets of some third-world shithole, gunned down with several of the men he was tr...
Just after 11:45 AM, Martin Shackleford came through the door of Bettie's, a dismal, outdated local hangout, and walked dejectedly into the dim interior. A blast of superheated air wafted into the none too cool building after him. He stopped for a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dim light after the bright late-August sunlight outside. Bettie got up fro...
Author's Notes: Rising above the station one is born into is not only a measure of financial success but demonstrates a profound strength of character. Overcoming the forces that maintain social stratification can seem insurmountable. Those with the will to succeed, the resilience to persevere, and the intelligence to distinguish true opportunities from fa...
Author's Note: I just wanted to say that I read every comment, and they've been immensely flattering. Thank you for taking the time to write them and vote on my story. Criticism is always welcome! A lot of this is flying by the seat of my pants, so don't be afraid to make suggestions. In particular, there's a bit of analytical number crunching in this part...
The first day of my official stay, training was now over. It began really amazing, I felt well rested as I slowly awoke from this big comfy bed with Carly's beautiful, soft, naked body pressed against me and the sun shinning in through the window, it was relaxing and peaceful, it was not going to be like this for long. After I got up and had fed everyone br...
Written by Embers © 2016-2017 This is dedicated to a special friend whose considerable input helped make this story possible—you know who you are. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THE EDUCATION - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Four in a row. Guess I'm getting good at this, Eudora thought as her eyes followed another flustered shopper out the door. She yawned loud...