Lawrence's deep-set frown was illuminated harshly by the cold blue light of his computer monitor. He didn't like what he was seeing on his monitor. Didn't like it one bit. At nineteen, he would have watched it eagerly. At fifty, he knew he should turn it off, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. And the more he watched, the angrier he became. On the othe...
PANDEMIC Part 3 Final Again many thanks to Kristen2928 for editing this story and for her wonderful support. All characters are fictitious and all characters engaging in any sexual activity are over 18. CHAPTER 11. CHRISTMAS Sunday 25th December Christmas day had arrived and we would feast in the top floor of the tower. We had a two dozen marron that...
Prologue This story is purely fictional story, although some instances quoted, actually did happen during the wartime period. This is a follow on from Part. Precise of Part 1 In 1940/1941 the British were losing vast amounts of Merchant shipping to the U Boats. The situation was desperate. At the time Lt Commander Tony Nash VC was in command of a Submar...
Chapter 1. The station name even sounds cold enough to freeze you. Rannoch Moor. It's the remotest stop on the rail line from Perth, in the south to Inverness, gateway to the Highlands of Scotland. The old guard aboard this last service of the day was drinking his tea as they got closer to the place. Rarely did anyone alight here and never at night. The...
Jacksonville, Florida. October, 2019. "Aiden? You ready to go?" "Hold on, Mom! I just gotta grab my glove." "We're going to the base hospital, honey, not a ball field." She knew there was no reason to say that. Her eight-year old son never went anywhere without his baseball glove, so it didn't really matter where they were going. The glove was coming alo...
Chapter 11 There were times when Luciana was thankful for having an assistant. Pam, her assistant of three years, was an older, short-haired woman, who handled everything from phone calls to emails to appointments. After Cleo's passing, she asked her to take a break from work to be able to recover. But now that Luciana was back at work, she realized how muc...
By Jedd Clampett I don't know how it ever got as far as it did. I don't know what I could have done to prevent it. Believe me it's a sad tale. I just wish sometimes... Anyway, here's my story. It's incomplete I know, but this is as good a place to start as any... The name's Cullen Culverson, engineer by definition, hardworking surveyor by profession, thin...
A word from AD: Despite the incredibly cheeky title, this is perhaps one of the saddest stories I have written. Sorry in advance. AD ***** WINTER WHITE AND THE SEVEN WHORES The evening air is cold and sharp as the last warmth of fall gives way to its successor. The rough hand of the huntsman bites into Winter's wrist as he is half dragged among the fall...
This story takes place in the summer of 1978. The title was borrowed from a song written by Rick Danko, Levon Helm and Robbie Robertson and performed by The Band, but the tale itself belongs to Billy Morton and his special friend. *** Chapter 1: The Carnival comes to Colonie. There was a time in this fair land when carnivals used to travel up and down the...
Wake to the alarm upstairs, and Brianna being rather upset. Just lie there for a moment wishing it was next year and she can walk around so less crying loud for food. Groan when I realize next year she will be talking, mostly yelling about being hungry. Standing at the foot of the stairs I am pondering if I should hand her a cookie before breakfast or just m...