All characters depicted in this story are over eighteen years of age. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I was not happy to say the least. It was the summer before my senior year of high school, I had just turned eighteen, and how was I going to spend it? Working on my grandparent's farm in the middle of nowhere. I was...
AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is part 3 of 4. The final installment is now done, and it will be posted as soon as I have some time for some final editing. Thanks to everyone for their comments, both good and bad, on the first two parts. I know this is different from what's normally posted here, but you can't say you weren't forewarned. As always, I really would appr...
42) One day I opened up my special e-mail account and there were two messages. One was from Tom Griffin's first wife. I opened up the e-mail. "Thank You! I just loved your present. I would love to meet you, whoever you are. Anxiously awaiting your reply. Mary." The second e-mail was from wife number two. It was short and sweet. "I knew he was scum, but...
I want to thank everyone for their votes, comments, and feedback. It really means a lot to me to have your words and to know you took the time out to write them. This is chapter 4 and there is only 1 chapter left to go in this story. This chapter is a bit meaty at 15k words so keep that in mind if you have a problem with longer tales. I also want to than...
I must give credit to my editor SlaveGirl70. She was a vital contributor to this story, and corrected many blunders on the part of the author. I can't thank her enough. Daunti ***** On The Road Again An Exercise in Middle Aged Fantasy Tim had been driving alone for nearly six hours. He'd stopped for gas and a cup of coffee about thirty minutes ago,...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, here it is, the fourth and final part of The Bar and Grill. Thanks to everyone for bearing with me as this got written and posted. In my defense, though, I haven't kept you waiting as long as DanielQSteele has for "When We Were Married." (Really, DQS, will you please hurry up? We're dying out here waiting to find out what the hell happen...
I Lois sat reading at her desk, taking advantage of the fact that it was quiet in the house. Nick wasn't at home and the kids were still at school. At least once a week she tried to have at least two hours with nothing scheduled so that she could read. What most people would have been surprised at, especially her family, is what she read and how she read it...
The auditorium was resplendent in green and red streamers and silver bells and papier-maché ornaments of every color, and the student volunteers were all in great spirits as they made the final preparations for dress rehearsal the next day. As Patti surveyed her charges and their lovely work for the Christmas pageant, she was almost happy. The melancholy tha...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember, this is fiction, which means it's not real. Also keep in mind this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... To understand the full context of...
The Summoning Dr. Catherine D'Great finally opened the door. "Sorry to make you wait, Mr. Crachit. I'm running a little late today." Robbie took in the elaborate furnishings of her office: A desk made of pure petrified wood, a wide consulting couch that appeared to be sleep number adjustable, and two lava lamps mounted on opposite walls. Above him loome...