"Come on girls. We need to get going," she told her four-year old twins. As they walked outside, she saw her neighbor and said good morning. "Oh, hi, Dawn!" a woman a few years older than her said in return. "Look at those pretty girls!" "Say thank you," Dawn told her daughters. "Thank you!" they called out in unison. "You're so welcome. Have a nice day...
James Ross was sitting at his desk drinking his first cup of morning coffee. He was staring out his window instead of going through his inbox for the first time like he would normally have done. Normally by this time of morning he would have finished his perusal of the overnight deliveries and made some phone calls to subordinates but his heart just was not...
May 5th, 2019 “You left active duty a year ago. Any idea what you’re gonna do with the money?” his father asked. “I had a lot of time to think about that, Dad,” his son replied. “Yes, you did,” his dad quietly replied. “Six months of rehab learning to walk again is like an eternity.” “But the good news is I’m able to walk,” his son replied with a smile....
My thanks as always go to those who look after me and find the holes I seem to leave in the storyline. To the Beta readers that give so much of that precious thing we call time and my editors that continue to point and laugh. Thank you all. ******* I woke with a start; my eyes had already scanned the room for threats before realizing that I was at home. Ex...
June 7th, 1996 Mark "The Tank" Lawson walked across the stage to receive his high school diploma with his classmates. His family cheering in the stands, as he raised his hand in the air making a fist. As he took his seat, waiting for the remaining students to receive their diplomas, and the speeches to conclude, he reminisced about his life so far. His moth...
CHAPTER 1 A COUNTRY BOY WILL SURVIVE BY SW MO HERMIT Lawrence Saunders opened his eyes but had yet to see anything when the pain hit. It was excruciating and he moaned while he tried to curl up in a tight ball. He felt hands pushing on his shoulders and heard a voice say, "Stop. Don't move or you'll tear out the stitches." His eyes began registering his...
————Prologue———— The first flight had taken her from Kennedy airport in New York to Port of Spain in Trinidad and she stayed for two days at a hotel there on the island, isolating herself as she waited for the next leg of her journey. She sat on the chaise in her suite's solarium and looked out at the filthy city and the polluted gulf of Paria and felt disg...
Author's note: This has been part of Literotica's inofficial Tag Team Competition and was written by Zeb_Carter and me. Zeb was so kind and allowed me to keep the story, but I need to make it abundantly clear that without him, the story would only be half as good. Thank you! Story Note: This story takes place in an alternate reality, where there are no STD'...
This is a work of fiction. No real person is in this story. The inspiration for this story came from a trip I made to Scotland this year to visit that beautiful country and research some of my family background. My own forefathers fought at the Battle of Culloden, sadly, on the losing side. Notwithstanding that initial defeat, the warrior tradition runs deep...
*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *Would you choose ephemeral beauty, or rugged determination?* *Please note: I wrote this before the incidents in Paris and San Bernardino, which makes some of the fantasy story developments tragic in that life sometimes mirrors fantasy* ****...