Chapter 1: Departure The wind catches your long black hair and you push it away from your eyes and look out your bedroom window. The leaves of the tall oak tree in your backyard are moving gently in the wind and in the distance, the faint yelling and laughter of children can be heard. A small yawn escapes your mouth as you rise from bed and walk into the ba...
Chapter One I found myself standing in the driveway of my new home staring at the small U-Haul trailer that contained my entire life. At twenty-three, I had been married, and was now divorced. Thankfully there had not been any children. We'd married young, both of us full of dreams for the future. Six month's after that, we both knew it had been a mistake,...
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Summary: A proud black MILF is gradually dommed by a racist white coed. WARNING 1: This story includes politically incorrect terms (chief among them the infamous N word, and unlike the term of ironic respect it's used as in my stories about whites submitting to blacks, in this story it's used as it commonly is by racists, as an epithet). If such words or co...
Death Falls MIKE CLAYMORE MYSTERY: JANE DOE A novel by David Horton Copyright 2000 Chapter 1:June 26 "Did I hear the phone ringing?" "Mmphmff fmmffh mmm." "Marlene, did you hear the phone ringing?" Mike looks at his watch and sees it's only three am. "Huh! It must have been my imagination. Sorry, love." "Did you say something?" "No. Go back to sleep...
Dark_Brother, may you rest in peace. Chapter 01 Blue lights. . . A whirring sound. . . I feel a sharp pain in my arm. . . Head is throbbing. . . I can no longer feel my arm. . . Oh no, what have they done with my arm? A pink shadow bends over me. Eyes. . . Such big eyes. . . Sweat sheets down my face as I sit upright in bed, terror filling my mind and tho...
Foreword Thanks to those of you who were kind enough to read and comment on my first submission of Realms of Eden Book 1 – Sydney comes of Age (it's in the Sci-Fi section). This is a rewrite of that book but from the story teller's perspective rather than first person. My characters told me that they didn't think they got enough time in my first book havin...
The sound of crickets chirping happily in the late afternoon sunlight combined with the sight of his faithful three year old white and tan little Basenji hound lounging contentedly on the end of the worn black leather couch he had been sleeping on for the past year allowed Vlad a small measure of comfort against the stress of staying alive as he awoke from h...
Prologue The villagers were terrified of the wolf. They feared the wolf's unusual white pelt. The strangeness of such a creature in a bland, flat land of nothing but dull greens and browns was seen as a bad omen. Draught plagued their crops. Disease stole their children in the night. The wild game they depended on to survive the long winter still ahead of t...
The Native Dawn Series Book 3 Dawn Awakening Chapter 1 John Mark wandered through the woods, lost in a world all his own. The sun hung lazily on the horizon, settling into the western sky. There was no privacy in his head. He'd escaped into the dense summertime cover of trees in hope of a little alone time. No such luck there. All this drama first...