by Phillip Johnson Chapter One Hundred Thirteen The three guys talked over breakfast and coffee at Ma's Kitchen, and the four women were several tables away deep in conversation barely taking time to eat. Doug finally went over and told the women they were going back to a bench on the town square and they'd wait for them there. At least that way they cou...
The journey from London to the town of Shadow Hills was rough and exhausting. I had left behind my family, and my home in order to escape an arranged marriage to Mr. William Fuller. All I had brought with me was a small trunk of my least attractive dresses, my horse, food and water for the two-week trip, and three thousand pounds that I stole from my father'...
Chapter 01: Gardens and Esther They say sixty is the new forty but I don't really believe it. The only ones that do are living in a fantasy world, and I've met more then my share of them lately. Reality hit me right between the eyes when I turned seven years old. I found out there was no Santa Clause or Easter Bunny, not to mention the Tooth Fairy. She had...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
He watched. From inside Phuket Thai, a restaurant in Mililani Town Center. It was on a school day afternoon. Groups of high school students wandered past in their cliques. The trades were blowing through the square, occasionally forcing everyone to grab their hats. His attention focused upon two young guys, about sixteen or seventeen, wearing floppy shorts,...
I never knew her name until just recently. A fine looking woman. The fine was mostly in the eyes. I like hirsute strong women. Sometimes I'm not sure what they look like. Hoodlin had it all. I spotted her in the back of the cootie bus. A woman in the front of the bus was yelling "Hoodlin, hey Hoodlin." Hoodlin responded. Now I knew her name. The bus rolle...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
The first thing that Suzy realized when she awoke was that she was naked. That alone was not surprising because she usually slept naked. But she wasn't in her bed. She wasn't even in her bedroom. She was in a large, clear, sealed cube in the middle of the village square. She could see the lights of the festival all around her and feel the vibrations of the l...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15i: Another June Wedding Part 9 (Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved). All events and characters are fictitious. * * * * * Spain 1937. Roland Wagstaffe. I awoke feeling cold, stiff and very sore. The lanterns had been turned down low giving just enough light to see by. The air was very heavy. The result of a lot of...
A series of bizarre coincidences killed Charlie Edwards' husband, Graham. No one could have foreseen it, how can anyone see into the future? That fateful deadly day, began much like so many previous, insignificant weekdays. There had been many other, much more significant days in their lives; the day they met, fell in love, first had sex, were engaged, got m...