This is the second chapter in the 'Fifty Cent Piece' short series. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2012. * After Anna left me I drifted into a contented, post-coital sleep. I woke up a couple of hours later and the sun had gone down, the open door of my van allowing a cool breeze across...
Chapter 09: Scarlett's I had had just about all of work I could take. The normal order of things had been falling down around me all day, and the call of the coming three day weekend was just too strong. "Fuck it," I said in a half-whisper to no one in particular. I looked up at the clock and it was only one in the afternoon; I'd just been back from dinner...
I Lying in bed, reading the latest letter from Shahnawaz, Payal could not help but feel proud that her husband had found the business legs he so wanted in the joint project with Sam Chen's Malaysian company. In the past years the concern had increased revenues by more than 100% and his decision to focus on work looked like it was paying off. Shahnawaz's fre...
CHAPTER 1—Into the Valley It was late in the afternoon on a day in late August. Summer freedoms were melting away, which meant that things would soon get back to normal. A small sedan pulled over and parked on the side of the road at the crest of the ridge overlooking the village that was the center of the town. The driver shut off the engine and sat lookin...
Copyright @ calibeachgirl All rights reserved, 2010 * Maria's story.... The colonel and I walked along the side of the huge building on the San Diego base. I remember looking at the moon and giving myself an almost silent sigh wishing I had made a better choice in life, that I had never met the colonel, that I never joined the Marines, that I had the ch...
I stood at the lectern looking over the packed chapel. In the front row were my immediate family, son Andrew and daughter Jessica, mother Frances and father Brian, and my mother and father-in-law Betty and Peter. The rest of the people came from a variety of sources with one thing in common, they have all come to say good-bye to Miranda Williamson, my wife....
Author's Note: Here is the latest part of the Life of D, again this part narrates the in between times as the character tries to adjust to life after so much violence. There has always been a question asked by philosophers throughout the time that addresses the men of war, can a man that has seen so much violence ever truly walk away from it? While the sto...
Author's Note: This story couldn't have been written without my good friend Rick who, without his sense of humor and his individual flair for writing that sends me into trembling antics; I dedicate this Texas-based story! * It was a gorgeous early evening, akin to most of the days in Texas, if you could stand the heat and she wanted to get in one last ride...
"I'm tellin' you, mate, you're gonna love this place. The owner, this woman called Dima, she makes a stew like you've never tasted before, serves it up with bread that's got honey baked right in, so it's all sweet. They got real dwarven beer and ale, not that imitation shit that these northerners usually like, and fruitwines all the way from... What's it cal...
Katerina was one of the most beautiful and rich noblewomen in Russia. The single female offspring of the powerful Count Orloff, Katerina learned her lessons in nobility well from her father. Her father, the Count, was at first disappointed in not having a male heir, but eventually accepted that fate had other plans for his line. Realizing that this beautiful...