Thanks to the lovely gentlemen who braved my horrible grammar and terrible sentence structure and edited all 24k words. Without them, you'd be grimacing at least every second paragraph. ~~~~~~~~~~ I was cooking dinner when my husband announced he was leaving me. At first I didn't quite hear what he was saying. Our five year old daughter was trying to tal...
Read this first: This is a revision of a previously posted version of this story. Several of those who left comments said they detested the ending, so I've rewritten that part, as well as a few details along the way that play into the new ending. If any of you come back for a second helping, I hope this one is more to your liking. Be warned also that this...
Author's Note: So yeah, I'm still alive. Reports of my demise have been greatly under exaggerated. Me tripping off the curb and getting hit by an Alp driving a Smart Car? Really guys? Anyway I'm back, I'm on pills, yay. This chapters 20k+ words, longest I've written. Wanna throw a big special thank you out to Moongrim for his collaboration in the scenes wi...
USS Triton, Undisclosed Location Deck 1 Fore -- Admiral's Ready Room: Tattok sat motionless, staring at the scrolling lists of names. The names of everyone he killed. Hundreds of them. He could never possibly remember them all. The voice of the Commander-in-Chief, coming from the viewscreen beside him, was a distant thing. But it was unignorable. "Ta...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of sexual activity, this story is not for you. The scenes that are included will be evocative, rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined, because I do not know where my mind will take me as I proceed alo...
THE LAST THING I NEED IS ANOTHER INTERN "You've gotta be kidding me. No! I put up with that for four months last year." My voice was somewhat stern, almost belligerent as the words spilled out of my mouth. Without even realizing it, I had slammed my hand down on the top of the desk. It's not the way most people would talk to their direct report on the job s...
It's been a while since I wrote anything... So I thought I'd break up the winter monotony with this little tale. If there is a message here; it is that life entails choices. And the hard part of living it is making the right choice. The plot re-introduces three people from another of my stories. And I have to add that it was a pleasure revisiting old friends...
Doug will never see Miley or Paris again. Or will he? There's something odd about that invitation... In the meantime there is the issue of a woman he's dating and her daughter. Something about the girl reminds him of Miley. ***** Chapter 8 A mother-daughter conundrum and a mysterious invitation appears. I woke up ahead of her Saturday morning, and caress...
The drive from Marta's home office back to my apartment took only about half an hour. Fortunately, traffic was light. By the time I pulled into my parking space at the apartment, I was feeling surprisingly invigorated. Marta had found no plagiarism concerns in my thesis, and then in an effort to help explain both my 'gift' and the reason for Emily's aggres...
Hi Folks, As I warned you last week. This is a very long story. Most of you told me you'd rather see the whole thing in one piece so here it is. Of course you can always stop reading it anytime you want. Thanks as usual to the great mikothebaby for editing this story (she had to read the whole thing more than once). I apologize for any of the content here th...