Charles Thompson, Esq. POV Three Weeks Later "Come on, John. Time to head to the courthouse." Beta John Pearson grabbed his suit jacket and walked ahead of me to the door. He was a big guy, he moved like a warrior, and he was one. He could be really scary, but he was a really nice guy. I should know, he'd stayed with me for the last twenty days after mak...
I'M SORRY ITS' BEEN SO LONG! I would like to say hello to my friends and readers who have toughed it out while waiting for this short chapter to arrive. I can't tell you how hard it is for me to walk the 12 feet from my bed to this computer console, which contains everything I need to move this story along. My brain feels and reacts like under-cooked oatmea...
This is the follow up to Becky's Marine. I've received much feedback concerning the series and many requests for it to continue. This is the beginning of that continuation. Thank you all for your support. This is a series mainly centered on Marines on deployment. There might be some not so PC things said here (and definitely in part 2). Please do not take o...
"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it" – attributed to 'Ferris – I feel a fever coming on – Bueller' -quoted in the New Trier High School Class of 1986 30th Reunion Yearbook "What do I remember most about the Class of '86? I don't know...but for some reason, a Rottweiler comes to mind."- Retired School...
I stumbled to a chair at the kitchen table. "What? What are you saying? Where are you? Who is with you?!" "I'm with Mama," was all she said. The next voice I heard was Janette's. She tried to tell me what had happened, but I could just barely understand the words behind the ringing in my ears and her sobs. She said that Jerry was driving into town and a s...
This is my very first attempt at writing. I've always wanted to write and after years of starts and stops I decided something short like this might be a good way to get my feet wet, so to speak. This story isn't terribly graphic. There is some sex, but it comes at the end of the tale. My goal here was to try and tell a coherent story of friendship, love, and...
Having grown up in Southeast Florida, the city of Fort Lauderdale to be more specific, I have always been around boats. My dad served in the Pacific during World War II. During a voyage from Norfolk, Virginia through the Panama Canal and onward to San Diego in 1942 his ship put in to Port Everglades to re-fuel. During a brief liberty he visited Fort Lauder...
15, June 2006 Cincinnati OH Dear Isabelle, Do you know your name means Consecrated of God? Kinda strange in a way. But it fits as I think of how you always were the unicorn I sought. I actually went to the base library and looked it up once. It took a while, but we had nothing but time, when it was granted. Thirteen years ago. That's four thousand, seven...
When I first started reading on Lit some years ago some of the first stories I read were "Genie Chronicles" and "A beautiful Wish" both were very good and they started my love of the site. I was thinking it'd been a while since we had a genie story and this just popped into my mind. I hope I'm not over reaching with three projects at once and possibly a four...
Hi everyone To start with; if you are looking for a lot of steamy sex, look somewhere else. What interests me in a story is the build-up of a relationship and the romantic notion that love can be a healing power which is a possibility even for those most fucked up. Kålrot and Lisa have both parts in "A Rolling Chair Gathers No Moss", but it is not necessar...