Author's note: Welcome to the third chapter of Two Thousand and Ten - the tale of a year in the life of two friends from a seaside town in southern England. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that the following chapter is purely a work of fiction, my character names are chosen totally at random, and no resemblance to any person (living or d...
Prudence D'Orvell drew up outside The imposing entrance to Mannerly Hall in her Riley, the navy blue car covered with a fine layer of dust and bird lime, having been parked at the local rail station for the past few weeks, its driver having been on one of her regular jaunts on the boat-train to Europe. Prudence stepped out, a footman maintaining a look of st...
Sorry for the delay folks - I think one more chapter should do it for these two characters. I am trying to work on a spin-off for Lili and Max and a continuation of MM & Junius. I Sincerely thank you so very much for reading and commenting and voting. Happy Reading Party People!! ******************** We fly home into Newport News and head to my place to...
Prelude: The Box of Assorted Chocolates: There are reasons women never get what they want. Hey...hey don't give me that look. If anyone has the right to lecture you, it's me. Trust me when I say that its nature's way of protecting us from ourselves. (And yes, male audience, I'm sure you're loving this.) Nature is seeking to preserve us, the progenitors of h...
It wasn't the first visit to Aunt Sandra's home; Jean's family often spent long weekends there. This visit would bring change, though Jean would not understand the full impact for another twenty years. Unlike the other cousins, aunts, and uncles, Sandra had never married. Jean had never seen her with a man either. That first afternoon alone, it was a topic...
Chapter 1 November 22nd, 10:30 p.m., Savannah, GA I sat hunched over, too wired and panicked to sleep but too upset to stay fully awake. I was drifting, day dreaming, wading in it; biting hard into a naked shoulder, running my hands and nails over a glistening back, somehow both new and familiar. I didn't know whose. I heard a woman's voice, a million mil...
(These words are but the vacuous exposition of mind yet untorn. There exists within it neither an intent to remonstrate nor demonstrate any person living or dead. Let these grains of time pass without offense, for they would wish it on none. Not a fap on the first page story.) The Book of Rai: Sons of Heather He watched. It was not so important as to t...
REBIRTH It was supposed to have been a surprise for her. In a way, it was, although it ended up being more a surprise for me. All in all, I'm pretty sure I can say it wasn't how either of us had planned on celebrating her thirtieth birthday. You hear about it happening, you know? You hear tales. You read stories, and you think 'Aw, that's sad.' But you nev...
BOOK ONE Sunrise and bad weather on the Prairie can be a site of sadistic beauty -- A frightening thing, like a lion loosed from its cage while the tamer sleeps. Often when the weather is bad I am restless, sitting up nights or rising early before the dawn to walk out and watch the rainfall when sleep won't come to me. The summer nights have only just beco...
Remembering back on the past couple of years and all the strange exciting things that have happened to me, I can recall that special day most fondly. The day I became Cassandra, the Goddess that I am today. It was a cold Friday in January of 1999 while I was driving home from my job. I was in my mid twenties, and had only recently graduated from engineering...