Chapter 1 "Noah come we will have to go now" Claude called to Noah who was busy sweeping leaves the grave of Ferdinand Barbedienne on Chemin Mont-Louis. Noah put his broom into the wheelbarrow and followed Claude leaving Rene to take the wheelbarrow and other items back to the yard. Noah was a 24 years old student, a smidge under 6 foot tall, with a lean...
..........................*** Chapter 27 ***........................... Esther closed her eyes and gripped Abuela's hand. Nicola's warm body pressed against her back, one arm around her stomach, the other woman's physical presence calming the part of her brain that would otherwise refuse this task. When Abuela's onslaught came, it swept right over her, a h...
One of the things I enjoy most about writing is all of the people I meet doing it and the exchange of ideas and info from other writers. The kindly delivered criticism and encouragement they offer fuels my desire to get better at it. I recently met a new writer who I truly believe is going to set this genre on fire. He calls himself "The End Begins" and he g...
CHAPTER 1 - THE CHAMPION Jenny was a cute young woman from the small village of Ingnam. Grown up as the child of a blacksmith, she was skilled with a number of weapons and was quite strong. Both her body and her face were quite plain, with black hair cut short about her head. She had a strong body and sharp eyes for smithing. Her mother died in childbirth...
Chapter One Emergency In the three months she had lived in the quiet seaside resort of Sandmouth Bay, Dr Rebecca Simons had completed a dozen shifts in the Accident & Emergency Department at the local General Hospital. This particular shift was different though, and likely to be busier than a normal Saturday night in this off-season period. For a start it...
Note to readers: This is the very first story I ever wrote. I really hope you all enjoy it! Thanks in advance for reading it and for your comments and suggestions on improving the story! * PART ONE The night was dark. There was only a sliver of a moon showing occasionally through the blanket of clouds in the sky. The stars were barely visible. The air was...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual act are at least eighteen years of age or older. Chapter 1 My longhaired cat, Anastasia, and I watched from the upstairs window as the next-door neighbors moved out. Actually, it was just the common law wife that was moving out. Keith had moved out seven weeks earlier, sitting in Central Lock-Up,...
I know of no vetted statistical information on it, but my belief based upon empirical evidence is that the majority of marriages, even among people who truly are in love, go stale after a while. When they go stale depends upon the people, especially their goals, what they are exposed to in the media and daily life, and their upbringing. After twenty years of...
Nova Scotia 1896 The young man lay in his berth awake in the dark, his agitated body without relief. He tried again to focus upon the gentle sound of water lapping against the hull of the boat --- but he could not stop thinking on the bonnie lass sleeping next to him. No part of him touched her, least of all his yearning cock, yet he was full attuned to th...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** Razor sharp knife through sweet white onion. A crisp, snick of a sound, over and over until the pieces are swept into hot olive oil and an aromatic sizzle fills the warm humid air. Margo gives the pan a quick flick with her wrist to toss the pieces, and lets the gas flame do its t...