Author's Note: This story is one of a series, but they can be read in any order. * * * The city of Standup was off to powerful start. Just weeks ago, this land had been jungle—thick, obscure, dangerous jungle. But men had come and hacked away the trees. They had pulled up the plants, burned the logs and stamped the ground flat. They had made wooden huts, t...
Once again I want to thank my editor "Wires" for his assistance with this story. His advice has improved this chapter drastically. I have made a few changes since his last review and want to emphasize any errors are definitely mine. * Before they returned to America Roger crossed the channel and sailed into Brest where he sold the cargo in his merchantman...
Copyright © 2015 Naoko Smith My dear reader, I've been posting these chapters in the hopes of some feedback. I've had very few comments, votes or even anonymous messages via the feedback form. (I am extremely grateful to one person who let me know that the way I use the names in this novel is confusing so I should do some work on that.) The number of views...
After a last look at himself in the full-length mirror on the closet door, Pat put his magnetic key in his purse and left his hotel room. He had done this enough times to be almost calm as he waited for the elevator. When the door opened, he was relieved to be greeted by an empty lift. It always took him a few minutes to gain the required confidence to melt...
It all started 5 years ago, I was an odd jobs man in the building trade, brick laying, plastering you name it I had done it. Then my world was turned upside down when my numbers came up on the lottery and I won a cool £2 million. I always wanted to own a hotel, so I started looking and I was lucky enough to find one in a quiet fishing village on the south...
This is a combined story effort between Jake Rivers and me (DG Hear). Carl Smith has two great songs that are complete opposites in their story lines: "Hey, Joe" and "Back Up, Buddy" Hey, Joe! is the story of a guy that wants his buddy's girl. Back Up, Buddy is the story of a man telling his buddy to leave his girl alone. We thought it would be interesting...
This is my submission to the Wine and Old Lace event. I went a bit back farther than most, but it still fit the parameters. I hope you enjoy. ***** I watched the settlement for six days, amazed at how inept the people were at the simple task of living. They were oblivious to their surroundings, the men stomping about self-importantly while the women, for t...
"If you don't like the idea of me being home late again, you can always come along and help me." said Mary with a pout. "You must be kidding!" I responded to my wife, "I'm completely wiped out by the time I finish work, the last thing I want to do is to start helping you with your trade fair exhibition!" We continued our breakfast in comparative silence; t...
GROUP PRODUCTS SUPPLYERS TO THE TRADE Read the sign over the door. It wasn't where I worked myself, but I had an excellent excuse to go in, as I regularly sold them my own products, being in the cleaning trade. That wasn't my real reason for being there that day though, and I had other thoughts on my mind, and every one of them involved a young lady calle...
Julia awoke as the rays of a warm spring sun cast upon her face. She lay there and allowed the warmth of the light ease her from her peaceful slumber. As she returned to her body, she realized she was in her husband's arms. Engulfed by her masculine form, Julia cuddled back into him, feeling safe and secure with him as her protector. As she did, she brushed...