The mugger grinned, grabbing the girl and dragging her into an alley, producing a vibro-shiv seemingly from nowhere and brandishing it menacingly. "Now, if you just be quiet, the only thing you'll lose is money, instead of money and a limb, girl." There isn’t much point in fleeing or resisting- a vibro-shiv can slice through flesh and bone like a hot knife...
This is a story that is inspired by what I read about a family in the U.S. So, it chronicles the life of a man and his wife and their children and the changes in their lives. People sometimes, and for a wide variety of reasons, get stupid ideas, that at the time seem like good decisions to them, only to realize later that it was not such a smart idea. S...
Thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my story. I couldn't submit it without their help. They are the best. * "Mr. Wilson, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, Tim, feel free to ask me anything, anytime. What can I help you with? By the way, just call me Ray. I know I'm older but we work together and it's fine with me. I call my dad Mr. Wilson," I...
I have to apologize. It's been over a year and for that I am truly sorry! I graduated college, moved, and am now once again on summer vacation. I'm hoping to make up for lost time! Thank you for all the emails and comments in my absence. I am back though so please Comment, Like, favorite and above all enjoy! Love you guys. ***** "IDIOT!" Jessie ducked as...
This story is based on the song 'Cold, Cold, Heart'. Hard to pick a category.I hope you enjoy it. A big 'Thank You' to PennLady for taking the time to edit my story. She makes it a much better read. **** My name is Ray Harman and I'm an over the road truck driver; I have been for twenty-five years. I'm often gone for days at a time, sometimes even a week...
Chapter 9: Bill returned to his church the following Sunday morning. He was welcomed personally by Pastor Markham. David Markham was in his mid-thirties, and one of the new-age ministers. He had a better understanding of the youth of the day, and he was able to communicate with them. Bill had stopped attending church when he met Zena. She had not been to ch...
This is the final chapter in my re-post of Jenny, a story written over two years ago when I was just starting. I have edited it to improve the punctuation, grammar and, I hope, the readability. * Jenny and Ingrid were enjoying the last minutes of their "girls' night out" as they sat in Ingrid's great room and enjoyed a glass of wine. Jenny had told Ingrid...
Thank you to Penn Lady who stepped up and edited this story for me. She makes it a much better read. * Chapter 1: My name is Ed Aronhalt. I'm fifty-eight years old and lost my wife three years ago to cancer. Mary was a very overweight woman and always called herself fat; I always preferred the term chubby even though she weighed well over two hundred pou...
J maintained his cool telling himself not to act till the appropriate moment. His white lover, however, was shivering of fear. He listened closely as the footsteps stopped right in front of his door. Ah Seng might want to talk to him, he reasoned but he was not going to open the door no matter what. At least till he was able to cook up some sensible story, h...
The call was unexpected and the caller even more so. Penny is a young lady of my acquaintance and quite beautiful in a long legged full-bodied, wholesome kind of way. Quiet and shy for the most part. She would be the last person I'd ever expect to call me. I didn't even know she had my number. I do know that I had never given it to her but then I realized th...