In the hours, then days, after Diane Westhoven's attempted suicide, all of the characters in our little drama underwent profound changes as their role in her near demise became increasingly clear, indeed, became profoundly evident. No one, not even poor Angela White, escaped the bouts of self-examination, and self-recriminations, that followed. And no one co...
Hastings cursed as he viewed the Literoticum's "Survivor Contest ScoreCards" list. He was number 10 on the list. TENTH PLACE! After all his hard work, the sleepless nights he stayed awake, working on his stories; writing, rewriting, perfecting, and nurturing them as you would a small child. He knew 10th place was nothing to be ashamed of, but he also knew h...
Chapter 15 Divided Highway "Okay, pull over here," Detective Sgt. Collins said. Lauren put on her hazard flashers and pulled off the road onto the shoulder. "Be careful getting out," Collins said. "They'll clip you." The shoulder was wide enough for Lauren's cruiser, but just barely. Collins and Carmen, who was riding in the back, carefully opened their...
Copyright 2008 by Midnight Death Writer This is my first submission; but not my first story. This is the start of a short series. Part two gets into a more detailed story. This short series may continue if I get enough interest, or I get another good idea for another story. It is not permissible to reprint this story in part or whole without express writt...
"Freddie, you have a visitor." The orderly escorted me out of my ward and delivered me to where there was a reporter looking to do a story for the local newspaper. "Please to meet you," he said sticking out his hand. Immediately, I didn't like the guy. He looked like snot. "Hi," I said not shaking his hand but looking at him in his suit, tie, and topcoat...
Author's note: Pt. 1 This is a story that deals very heavily with suicide, and thoughts of suicide. If that topic is too sensitive for you, then I highly suggest you do not read this story. am aware that there are people reading this story that have either thought about, or even tried killing themselves. There are also people reading this that have had to...
Chapter 1: Seth's dark secrets Jay had planned on waiting a while before moving in on Seth, but the old boy forced his hand. When Hilary put Jay's name forward for promotion to head of the sales Department, Seth opposed it. Without his approval, the promotion would not happen. It was then that Jay threw all his energy into digging for some dirt on Seth. J...
Chapter Eleven Intrepid - 3756 C.E. "Why are you so anxious?" Beatrice gently asked Paul while he lay beside her. "Are we really going to enter the Anomaly?" her husband asked. "If that's what Captain Kerensky said then I can only believe that's exactly what the Intrepid, and us in it as well, will do." "I thought that was something we would never do,"...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * An older man dies happy with a smile on his face on Valentine's Day. "You knew the deceased?" Detective Walter Martin watched her every facial expression and body movement. Looking for lies with an experienced, albeit jaundiced eye, a slight pause, an eye blink, a nervous twitch, and/or change in bo...
I'm still working through the period before the original story began. The next chapter I hope will start to bring the stories together. To those who like the story enjoy, and to those that don't: Why do you keep reading? **** The first week of November found Steven Fitzgerald in the drab little room that served as his office in the larger law firm. His pl...