Things seemed to be changing lately for me and I wasn't quite sure where everything that I had been doing was headed. For the last year or so, I have been trying, and maybe not as hard as I could, to write better and better. I've gotten poor to fair reviews with my writing, so I attempted to enlist an editor to assist me with all of that. I'm an amateur wri...
When he went downstairs the next morning, he was half-convinced that everyone would know, they would just see it all over him no matter how carefully composed he kept his features. They'd be horrified, disgusted, his mother would weep and wail and wonder how on earth she had raised such a vile and despicable son. Maybe Anson Byrtwold would call him out, or...
My head hurts. Not a headache but like I'd banged it on something. I'm just waking up. I look around and have no idea where I am. It's a room. A room made of cement blocks, it looks like. Painted or white washed somewhere in the past. Looks like maybe 15 feet or so by another fifteen feet. Concrete floor. I sit up. I'm naked. Completely naked. What the hell...
I apologize for the lateness... I would really appreciate it if you guys would leave comments with what you think about this chapter or the series as a whole. Thanks ever so much, Arraiga ________________________________ The next few days were truly hellish. Ryna and the Shining Fangs (which he unsuccessfully tried to rename several times) built up defense...
It was about 12:15 and Sally should have been here to pick me up about a half hour ago. She took the opportunity to drive me to the office. I wanted to do some work I was behind on, and Sally was going to do some shopping. She was supposed to pick me up just before noon. I walked outside and stood on the steps expecting her to show up any minute. Another hal...
We had a nice cosy dinner one Friday night after work, at Sophie's place. We is Sophie, Camilla and Dennis, who both work at the marketing dept. of our office, and Sam and her hubby. Sam works with Sophie and me. We all get along pretty well, sometimes having dinner together or a have a drink in a pub down town. This Friday we found ourselves at Sophie's pla...
When Cathy had said that Tracy and Trish would have to pay her back, she really had no idea what that statement meant. Maybe she just needed a way to save face when she realized that she had been the victim of a joke. But she felt like they had been unfair to her and she had a right to something. What that something might be, she still couldn't say. What wa...
She never knew how to tell him, so she didn't. He knew something was wrong, but no matter how hard he tried or how often he asked she wouldn't tell him anything. He could see her pulling away, feel her pulling away. She was with him physically, she would still talk to him, still lay by his side at night when she slept, still laugh at his jokes, still hold hi...
I didn't feel like myself when I woke up. I felt, strange. I looked around but I couldn't see anything or focus. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't move. I began to panic. "Zylen! Zylen!" I screamed. Nothing. I was alone. "Zyana! Zyana!" I cried. An odd, three-dimensional image of Zyana appeared that was fuzzy and oddly colored. "What is it Phoebe?" There...
I am Rose and the story I will tell you is Sarah's. As Sarah told it to me, mind. Why me, why not Sarah herself? One thing that qualifies me is that I am in it, as supporting actor, one might say, supporting, but actually pivotal to the proceedings. Why did Sarah not tell it herself? She couldn't be bothered, or was shy, or humble or it was too personal? It...