Betty Washington (Née Bollier) came from a long line of athletes. Her mother had been an Olympic track star, and her father had a short soccer career. It was only natural, then, that she ended up marrying an athletic man herself, a former All-American collegiate wrestler-turned-boxer with a winning, if not outstanding, record on the professional circuit. The...
As always, constructive comments are welcome and please remember, this is a work of fiction... Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows, etc. ***** As Beauregard Jackson, "Bo" to his friends and family, sat at the table in the coffee shop waiting for his second cousin, Mary Jane, he wondered what was...
Hello Readers! It has been much too long since I last posted a story. I am so glad to be back. This is Part One of a Six-Part story. All six parts are written and will be posted in order. It takes place in the same universe as my "Sultanah" series, but you don't need to read any of that to understand this story (but you really should read it). Please, please...
It was just another ordinary winter night. The air was chilly, the snow was deep, and I was bundled up like a mummy. Tonight I wanted something new for dinner. Earlier I looked online and found a recipe for lasagna but I wanted to make it from scratch. Unfortunately, I was short a few ingredients and had to get more. Thankfully I lived just a short walk away...
The Promise Pt. 01 of 4 If Vanity Fair's Becky Sharp reappeared in the modern world as an ageing rock chick affecting the gravitas of a Whitehall mandarin, she could possibly be mistaken for the heroine of this story. But she'd have to work hard to be as unpleasant. Our story is set in London in 1992. Mobile telephony, Internet based communications, and...
The dreadful call came shortly before 3:00am, on a moonless Tuesday morning. Simon Cooke senior had passed away peacefully in his sleep. My father had long suffered the effects of cancer. Tonight, he was released from his pain. "Hello." "Mr. Cooke?" "Speaking." "Mr. Cooke, it's Anne Richards at The Turning Leaf Hospice, I regret to be the one that has to...
Author's note: one of my favorite writers is stangstar06. He's written many stories where the husband dumps the cheater and ends up with a more beautiful woman to fix his pain. I really like those stories, more so than BTB and RAAC. If you haven't read his story "Leave Me Breathless," you're missing out. Sometimes the bitch doesn't have to get burned in orde...
Interlude, Chapter 19 -- While You Were Sleeping... ***** The Crew of the Normandy The beacon has been replied to immediately. At least three ships were sent in response to the mayday. When they arrived, they found no sign of the Normandy nor of the ship that had apparently destroyed it. What they did find was a number of lifepods, frantic messages for he...
Ada Beech poked her bowl of kimchi with a flimsy plastic fork. A staple of North Korean cuisine, the traditional dish of salted and fermented vegetables seemed to be all that was on offer aboard the carrier Baekdusan. Even seasoned with gochugaru, spring onions, garlic, ginger or jeotgal, the monotony of the same food day in and day out was beginning to mak...
The skies of Procyon II were beautiful and blue. He sat back, resting his palms behind him, looking out at the sky -- the sun overhead is so searingly bright that it makes the clouds look as if they are each glowing waves of white flame. At the back of his mind, he knows that Procyon itself, the star, is slowly transforming into a super giant. Over the n...