Somewhere, within the storm, there was a sign. It wasn't much. It could be, and frequently was, easily missed. Unadorned, made of faded bronze...just another plaque stuck to the side of a deteriorating brick building, tilting a little bit to the left in its old age. The curious and careful reader would find Olde English lettering, scratchy and unpainted,...
Grace rubbed her eyes when she reached the bottom of the page she was reading, realizing nothing had sunk in despite reading it three times previously. With a resigned sigh, Grace closed her history book and accepted the fact she wasn't going to accomplish any meaningful study during free period. Stretching her arms out to the side, a tiny smile decorated he...
Belton, Texas, 1989 Cactus Sports Bar was the busiest place on a Sunday and owner of the hottest wings west of the Mississippi. It was pregame, the sounds of Ton Loc's 'Funky Cold Medina' rocking the bar. "Hey Parker, we call this the 'Dwight Clark shelf.' You have to reach up way high," Randy the bartender teased. "Oh that is so cruel," Linda sympath...
This is my first attempt at a series of stories. I know the setup is a little long, but I'm hoping that pays off in the end to really develop the characters and build into a nice series. Comments and ratings, as well as constructive criticism are always welcome! Thanks to everyone who have enjoyed my past stories! ***** "Jason Sanders" the voice boomed o...
Brander Sharpe sat alone at a cocktail table in the middle of the lounge. He didn't feel conspicuous, though. This was where he liked to be. It allowed him to survey his surroundings, his opportunities. It also allowed him to be clearly seen. He was the hawk on the treetop. Just beyond the confines of the quiet lounge, the casino buzzed. The chimes of the s...
Homage homage (noun) — a expression of honor, respect or reverence for a person; an artistic or literary work imitating or in tribute to another "She felt the way you do at night, deep in a dream you have dreamt before and is beginning again; certain that the dream exists, and certain that it will end; wanting it to end because you're afraid you will not b...
Posting this complete since the previous series took so long to be accepted. If'n you got short attention span apologies on the length. ;) ** Am bouncing with cooing Balik on hip. Our house is done and we are fitting to move in. Bonita is bouncing along with though Sashi in basket. The dress I bought is sundress and big hit with town. Course has downside,...
III: The Wedding Chapter 23: Fun in Brisbane Maureen was already at the airport and the flight to Brisbane was without any problems, Maureen snuggled close into me and I read one of those airport thrillers, where the hero saves the world and gets the girl. The weather in Brisbane was lousy: cold and raining. We took a taxi to Eileen's home and were pleasan...
A warning to the unwary. This is a long story that unfolds slowly as a man seeks to regain his life. It is in 10 parts containing 53 chapters all of which are completed and will be submitted daily. After that it's up to Literotica. It is written in British English. Though it is told in the first person. It is not autobiographical, but fiction. Any resembla...
This is the fourteenth episode of my unreliable memoirs and brings to an end the story of how I met and married Lesley. Each episode can be read individually but it helps to have read the previous episodes in particular the first three parts of our trip to France. I didn't realise when I started that it was going to take so long to tell this part of the tal...