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Cliff House

Every morning I walked the dog down the lane and along the cliff-top path. The last house in the lane, Cliff House, stood on a bank about a hundred yards from the cliffs. It was an imposing art deco house with views over the sea. When it was built in the 1930's it must have been impressive, so different from the flint and brick cottages which formed the bulk of the older properties in the village. It was now very distressed as the old man living there hadn't been able to look after it. The...

The House

The House by Janet L. Stickney [email protected] The house, dark and cold, stood as a reminder of days past, yet the windows, broken sometime in the past, peered out like two haunted eyes. The wind whipped the unraked leaves in a swirl around the house as the rain threatened from above. As the wind grew cooler, thunder clapped in the near distance, and raindrops began to spatter the weathered siding, a woman stood in front of the house smiling, remembering the days gone...

Fox in the Hen House

Fox in the Hen House ******** This is a two-part story. The first is very different from the second! The transformation is in the first part, and our new girl lives out the rest of her life in the second. If that's what interests you more, skip down to the stars. ******** Alan slapped me on the shoulder and we both laughed. Towels around our waists and nothing underneath, we were prepared for a good time and a celebration. The company we'd founded together, Agricultural...

The Heatwave The Coach House

The Coach House Despite being in her early forties, Judi Breakspeare was still an extremely good-looking woman. A mane of wavy blonde hair framed her fine, faintly aquiline features, and the merest hint of laughter lines around her baby-blue eyes only added to the overall attractiveness of the ensemble. Her body was still firm, her stomach trim, her thighs long and flat, and her ankles shapely. Perhaps her boobs had lost a little of the lift that had once made wearing a bra almost superfluous,...

This Old House

Old farm stands, you have seen them scattered everywhere around the rural countryside of northern New England. They are fast disappearing now. Usually there are a few scrub acres of brush that has grown in close to a set of collapsing buildings. The house may have a slate roof, the barn rusting tin, and if there is a silo, the top is off and it is leaning away from the wind. Desolate, lonely and abandoned, it sits back from the road, the buildings waiting to be torn down or restored depending...

EpigraphyChapter 11 Planning a House

It was a wonderful feeling to wake up full of excitement instead of fear. Instead of attacks, I now anticipated learning about a fascinating new culture. What better treat for an anthropologist? I started to think whether Nalu records, or even memories, could help us decipher some of the hitherto illegible inscriptions. There could be answers to so much about human history we could learn from them! Once again, I stopped myself from adding to my "question file". I had to go and prepare for...

The Student House

As Louise sat on the sofa, she really had no idea how she'd found herself in this predicament, although to say that she regretted it would be stretching the truth. The plan for that evening was for her and Claire to meet up in Reading where Claire had recently been undertaking a study course, and they were to have a quiet dinner out where they could catch up, perhaps get a bit tipsy and just talk and talk and talk until they fell asleep, just like they'd so commonly done in college. Now it was...

Halfway House

It was late Friday afternoon and the normal set of neighbours arrived at the Halfway house. It was more than just a house, but was two attached houses that were combined into one, and was used as a Halfway house for some ten criminals who had been let out of prison as part of their return to the community. There was the almost natural resistance by the local residents who were worried that having criminals living amongst them could cause an increase in the crime rate and be a personal risk to...

I m the Man of the House

I’m the Man of the House The whole time I was growing up it was mostly mom and me at home, but with luck dad would be home at least once during the month if, you call it lucky or not, it’s more like not lucky. When dad was home it was usually just for the weekend and he just either lay around all weekend or go out and hang with his friends, leaving mom to mow the yard and other chores herself, as if he wasn’t even there, just like any other time when he wasn’t there. Mom was the one that did...

New House

Part 1Buying a new house was not a top priority, I was ok renting a small apartment. But, with my work schedule and loud apartment neighbors, I decided to buy a house. So, the trek to suburbia began. I was happy that my realtor listened to my wants and was able to find a nice 3 bedroom ranch in a quiet neighborhood on a dead-end street. He had been a realtor for quite a while and had helped many of the guys at the firehouse find their “dream home”.Moving day arrived, the onslaught of the...

Voyeur House

Voyeur House! Congratulations, pervert. Every single one of your dreams just came true, and I’m about to show you where you can reap the rewards. You can thank me later. Cash only, please.Ever since you first hit puberty you started to rub your tiny two-inch baby dick to thoughts of spying on girls. Watching them get undressed for the night, watching them masturbate and have sex, even watching them shower. The thought of unrestricted access to a girl’s most intimate moments has been your...

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My Ghost House

Being a lover of fine, southern homes, I was thrilled when the old antebellum house that I had my eye on came on market. It is a fine house with huge columns on the porch, which wraps around the entire house. Three stories high and painted white, this massive 150 year old mansion resided close to the Louisiana boarder. My best friend, Katrina, lives in New Orleans, so I always see the house on my way down to visit her. I have told her about it so many times, that she can practically see it...

My Ghost House

Being a lover of fine, southern homes, I was thrilled when the old antebellum house that I had my eye on came on market. It is a fine house with huge columns on the porch, which wraps around the entire house. Three stories high and painted white, this massive 150 year old mansion resided close to the Louisiana boarder. My best friend, Katrina, lives in New Orleans, so I always see the house on my way down to visit her. I have told her about it so many times, that she can practically see it...

LIFE IN OUR NEW HOUSE

I am a fifty two year old dad of two children, Maloney {Mel for short} my daughter (22), and Mike (20) my son. My wife passed away when my son was ten and for the last ten years we as a family grew much closer and had to give up many luxuries that other families have. We had two regular incomes, and when Megan died, I only had my income for another ten months – and then I lost that too. I am a professional photographer and my focus always was on wild life, domestic animals and some wedding...

My Tree House

My Tree House When we were younger my father bought an old farm and he converted one of the extra bedrooms into a playroom for my sister and her doll collection. Whenever I played in there with her it was under her rules. The only reason that I would play with her was because Mom kept her well supplied with Oreo Cookies and bottles of Pepsi. I was pretty sure that Mom did that so that I would play with my sister. Dad also built me a really nice tree house up the woods and high up in...

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