May 5th, 2019 “You left active duty a year ago. Any idea what you’re gonna do with the money?” his father asked. “I had a lot of time to think about that, Dad,” his son replied. “Yes, you did,” his dad quietly replied. “Six months of rehab learning to walk again is like an eternity.” “But the good news is I’m able to walk,” his son replied with a smile....
1:30 P.M. It was time the prodigal son came home. Even if it was forcefully. Carrying a fussy baby Grace through the ground level of the Benson home, Willa heard the garage doors open. Stressed out by Grace's screaming fit made her pace the carpet changing scenery every few minutes. "Sweetie my ears can only handle so many decibels. Relax! Did you hear t...
Mark spent the next year traveling. He would spend a week or so, maybe more in a city. Tiring of motels and hotels he finally purchased a large RV, a class "A" model and used it as his mobile domicile. He would drive to a new city, find a good RV park, rent a car and then explore. He visited museums and parks. He attended ball games of every sort. Profession...
Another beautiful day in Southern California offered something new. At 10:00 A.M Author Nick Benson decided to take a break from his Bonfire chapter to get some fresh air. After a fast shower he gets dressed in a loose white button down shirt and grey cargo pants. He then stepped from his room to knock on his son's bedroom door. No answer he chose to head...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments appreciated. * * * * * Mistresses, Cassandra and Cerces continued to play with each other while waiting for Their Mistress Calista to summon them to the Tower Dungeon. To amuse...
Willa had had a pretty good living situation, or so she had thought. She had spent a lot of money purchasing her dream apartment for her and her boyfriend, Barry. She didn't mind that a lot of the household expenses were shouldered by her steady job as an assistant, while he couldn't seem to hold down a job for more than a few weeks. She loved him and just k...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Waverly Earp didn't have the best childhood. That was a massive understatement, but the most fucked up thing about it, and her whole life in general, was that her life actually got better after her Daddy and eldest sister died. To even think that was awful...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Hello baby girl." Wynonna smiled nervously as Waverly finally walked in the front door of their home. Waverly glared at her, and then asked, "What, have you been there the entire time?" "Mostly." Wynonna admitted, "I went looking for you, but you weren'...
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 used only for the literary purposes of t...
"This is the address, Ma'am!" Willa Pryce peered out of the cab's window at a large iron gate. Wide-eyed she pays the driver from across the seat and steps from the car. Amazed at the beauty of the Southern California coastline she froze in her step. She could hear the ocean waves, and smell the salt in the air. "Calm yourself, Willa. This is only an inter...