Part four Tessa sat on her bed, her body wrapped in her nightshirt. The light in her room was the only one on in her house. It was late, she knew she should be getting to bed, but she was not having one of her better nights. Her family had left hours ago, and part of her was grateful for that. She hated it when they babied her, but now, she wished she wasn’...
My wife Jillian, who everyone calls Jill, and I ran into an old friend or ours while shopping. Barney was still as handsome as ever and his wife of nine years Cha was a very pretty oriental girl. We talked for a few minutes and decided to go to lunch together and catch up on each others lives. After lunch Cha invited us to their Halloween party this Friday n...
To the west of Olympus, well beyond the fringes of the city, sat the Hall of Artemis at the edge of a dense wood. Unlike much of the other stone and marble architecture Mega-Girl had seen in the city, the hall was constructed mainly of wood. The building was simple but long, flanked all around by subordinate structures like a stable, hound pens, and what Meg...
Chapter 3. Thank you for reading. I hope you're enjoying this tale. Please vote and comment. I present chapter 3. Life is not about how fast you run or how high you climb but how well you bounce. ~Vivian Komori * Instantly on alert, Nina shifted. Although her wolf wanted to claim her mate, there was no way of knowing if this person was dangerous or not. S...
Aran had just taken his third step into the pitch black tunnel when the rumble of grinding stone signaled behind him. He turned to see the archway closing, taking with it what little daylight penetrated the persistent darkness. Unable to see whatsoever, he gritted his teeth and moved forward, his booted feet treading carefully and his hands outstretched to f...
"This thing moves disturbingly fast," Val said, bracing herself against the dash and door with several of her hands. "That's what the seatbelt's for." "I am wearing it, as you instructed, and this is still most uncomfortable." "These things are pretty safe. You shouldn't worry." It didn't help she was a tall, muscular woman. She hardly fit in the sedan fr...
As if truly seeing myself for the first time, I had an epiphany while staring at myself in the mirror as to why I write. "Why do I write?" I'm Susan Jill Parker, my real name, and I'm a writer. Yet, I'm not just any writer. I don't write non-fiction, something that most writers write. Matter of fact, did you know that 95% of everything published in the wor...
Notes: I wrote this as a little gift for another forum. --- One Hey, listen: this the story of how I was sent to retrieve a trinket, and, like some wet-behind-the-ears shit-face, got caught at it. I like to think it's a good story, because I'm the best storyteller in the East. I used to be the best thief in the East, but that was a lifetime ago. But keep...
Note from Writer:, This story, written with Dan57 permission and a lot of his help, is based on character we created. For other adventures of Mark and Jodhaa and how their adventure began please check out Mark's Destiny and other Dan57 stories. As the morning light entered the small bedroom, both couples lay sprawled across the large bed. The group w...
Dante was on his phone, messaging his old friends who he had to leave behind when his mom decided to move. His mom pulled in front of his new high school, quickly wished him luck and ushered him out of her car before she was late for work. Taking in the new school, he really didn't see anything extraordinary, just a school like the rest. He walked across th...