(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.) (Inspiration f...
Heads up, everyone--not a lot of action here. (Pretty much none, really.) But it is a novel, so you've got to have some plot somewhere. My apologies for any disappointment... Luke leaned back slightly for balance as he walked forward down the slanted ladder. His arms were laden with a bucket of water, a stack of clothes, a bowl of porridge, a cup of milk....
Terrors Revealed ~~~~~~~~~~ The Sale of Claire Benton As they drove up the The Garden State Throughway Claire Benton was frightened. Her husband David had picked her up the law firm she worked at and taken her to lunch; he was quiet and agitated. After lunch, he turned back onto the highway but he wasn't going back to her office. They pulled off at one o...
Nancy was standing in the very classroom that she taught Sunday school to her own two sons inside the very church she and her husband had attended for years. It was early Sunday afternoon, church had long ended and her boys had left with friends of the family to play with their children. Her husband Joe was home because he wasn't feeling well that morning....
Farah Bukhari was sixty-five, a grandmother and loving, loyal with her to her husband Mamood. With two grown daughters, and their grandchildren she always loved her husband, and was a devout Muslim wife. That was until a fortnight ago she had discovered her husband of almost forty-five years had lived a double-life of his own. He had been hiding a gambling,...
(Part 1 of 2. This story is a long one!) Haunted La Jolla Séance At The Savoy The six year-old, white Nissan sedan turned off Prospect Avenue. The sedan drove a short distance from the fairly busy thoroughfare until it came to a halt and waited for a few cars to pass from the opposite direction. As soon as traffic was clear, the vehicle made a sharp left....
SISSY FOR A SPELL The Omega Psi Phi Fraternity loomed in front of him. The lights were on in almost every room. Frank's hopes, that maybe the brothers of Psi Phi were at the Halloween party across campus being thrown by their sister sorority Sigma Gamma Rho, were dashed. He took a step forward. His hand was shaking and the child's Jack O' Lantern bucket...
I guess you could say I edited this one myself which is never a good idea. If you find a mistake, that's all on me. I struggle to find editors that remain around for my long absences. Plus I write pretty sporadically these days. This introduction is copied almost verbatim from Chapter 1. Late in 2012 I was contacted by a new fan who had an idea for a story...
Silently he sat in the great leather chair by the fire, a large man with military bearing and the stern demeanor of one who is used to being obeyed. He paused, his dark gaze giving no quarter until finally he curled his index finger and bade me to approach. I wanted to run, to hide my insecurities from his invasive glare, but it was too late. Inwardly I crin...
Cool air brushed across my nipples like gentle fingers, making them into hard points. Waist deep water lapped at my sun taunt skin, while that magnificent orange globe hung just inches above the horizon making everything within sight a lovely golden. Samantha Timberline floated on her back allowing her sun-like spheres to rock with each wave, driving me cr...