This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Spring in West Virginia comes cold to the runs and valleys and warm to the low mountain hills, when the sun heats them in the afternoon. My time there was brief. The boy, his name reserved so that even as this time has passed, he won't be embarrassed by what I am about to tell ... The boy intrigued me. Thin. Not tall. His high cheekbones flushed often when o...
"Good morning, Miss Mitchell," West Valley headmaster Stephen Krutz said as he approached his prize student. Susan Mitchell was standing in one of the faculty restrooms, her legs spread wide with ropes tied to the plumbing fixtures. Her arms were tied outstretched with rope around her wrists. Kylie had brought her here earlier in the morning and bound her be...
Please read Chapter 1. It will help continue the flow of these characters and events. As usual constructive comments, critiques, and emails are welcome and appreciated. ******************** "Would you do something for me Marshal?" Henry Johnson nodded. "Send a telegram to my folks in San Antonio and let them know I'm okay and that I'll write them when I...
-The Full Moon Retreat- Episode: The First Search and Rescue Mission Chapter 4: Into the cold, dark night... To the reader: Ah, a bit more improvement in the rating. Now, I need to figure out how much of the rating is determined by the story content and how much is from my presentation. You know, it would be helpful if there were a more sophisticated ra...
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Estelle Hopewell proved to be Ada's saving angel—and far more than in their intimate moments, of which there were many in the ensuing years. Estelle immediately fell in love with the hidden Colorado valley of Wolf Creek, and she virtually moved in with Ada and Frank in the Wolf Creek Ranch main ranch house. Frank never really took to her, but he tolerated he...
A wind, cold and bitter blows from the north west that breaks upon the oaken forest, below in the Valley of Angels, the grass and reeds dance with the broken breeze, bowing and worshipping the waters of the silent river that cuts through the valley's heart, it has no name. To the south east a ring of hills hides well a tended valley, in it's flat lands the...
It was early August before I saw Edie again, though we were speaking on the phone almost every day. I was glad I lived in an area where I could use a cell phone. If I lived where my parents did, the long-distance tolls would have eaten me alive. It was funny. Having spent the weekend with Edie, and scratched the itch only left me wanting more. Had we lived...
The next day James phoned early. "The weather looks good for today, so how about taking the horses out for a little canter today?" "A ride yes." replied Abby, "but canter no. It would be good to be out for a while and I have got nothing on today," she heard James laugh and forestalled his comment, "James behave! I am sure you were just about to make a comme...