TO THE READER: this story includes several characters from the series of Jason Garrett stories; however, this story is not part of that series. It was Christmas morning, 2004. My family was gathered together at my parents' home in Pasadena. My brother Jason had driven down from Fresno a few days earlier, and my sister Emily and I didn't have a choice about...
A growl of frustration and the vicious slamming of her bedroom door were great indications of the kind of day Sarah was having. A few short minutes before she had been reclined in her favorite chair on the loft above her families living room, watching a movie. Having a movie interrupted isn't the end of the world for most people, but she had been watching a...
This is my true story. A weekend visit in the Yorkshire Dales. I went a girl and after one night returned back home a woman. Only ever imagining making love to a husband, how wrong was I. My virginity lost forever. -------------------- I'd just reached the age of 18 and my older sister, her husband and six month old baby had asked me to come to the Dales f...
Prologue Steve and Victor were twins. Although aside from their looks you would have never guessed. They were both 6'2", 160lbs with dark brown hair and green eyes. Victor was rich and lived in a mansion. Steve was poor and lived in a box. They were both in their 40's and excellent health. Victor was a ladies man. He had left many broken hearts behind durin...
I was at a night club with some friends. I'd just been to the bar and was carrying a couple of drinks back to our table when I ran into a little problem. Or maybe I should say a little problem ran into me. She was sweet and petite with a figure other girls would kill for. Blonde and, unless she was dying her eyebrows, that was her natural colour. She looked...
*Author's note; After the first chapter, some readers have questioned the science in this story, which surprises me since I didn't think I'd have to explain "String Theory" to Sci-Fi readers. Remember this isn't science, it's science-fiction, and if they had waited for a few more chapters they would have had their explanation. Well, I'm no Astrophysicist...
Anya sat on an aged marble tomb, reading Finnegan's Wake - Joyce's great death prose - and sketching and scribbling ideas into her black leather bound journal. She had just turned eighteen and she spent most of her nights in the local cemetery, often alone, listening and waiting. She only wore black - tonight, a black velvet and lace long-sleeved dress that...
This is my first story, so open to any feedback. This is the first of a series, and it starts a little slow and helps set up some backstory on the characters. Hopefully it will all pay off in later chapters. _________ I gripped the steering wheel impatiently, willing the car to pick up speed without actually pressing down on the gas. The sun, which hung lo...
Harmony looked spectacular and quite naked under the gossamer gown. The word sublime came to mind. Her hair, the color of champagne, dispersed in loose waves down toward her shoulders and as the early afternoon sunlight entered the room, it homed in on Harmony's head, disembarked across her tresses as sparkling streaks of light; her oval face was as radiant...
My brother and I were on the train heading homeward. At the best of times it was a long trip so we tended to carry pads with us. We had chess if we were feeling congenial or a good library if we wanted some self-time. Right now we were trying to play a game of chess. Might I point out the use of the word trying? It was fairly late at night and the train was...