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Darren could not believe his luck – the 29 year old successful novelist had been looking for a place to hole up in and complete his fifth novel, sure to be yet another best seller in his string of literary offerings. While surfing through real estate listings for acreage properties high on privacy and as far off the beaten track as possible he came across what seemed to be the perfect opportunity. It was a small acreage, a hobby farm really that had long since given up any semblance of...

Fuck Talk

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Ghost Writer Complete

GHOST WRITER ? by: Circe ([email protected]) Since I was little I always wanted to be a writer. One of my earliest memories are of writing a huge (for me at the time) five-page epic story of a Prince and a Princess. I loved reading about people, and so I wrote about people. When I was eight I started a journal, just observing the people I saw every day; my mother, my father, my sister, my schoolteacher. I think when puberty hit me and hormones began coursing through my body...

My Secret Life

I remember the day like it was yesterday. It was a complete disaster, as in a royal F-U-C-K-UP catastrophe. You've heard of a 'life changing' event. Well, this was one. And it all started with a simple mistake, I just hit the wrong damn key on my computer, and the whole chain reaction was inevitable! Now, I must remember my manners, it isn't good to just ramble on like this to a stranger without even introducing yourself. My name is Janice Johnston, I'm thirty-something (its not polite...

Artscape

Sophie and I have a great life. We compliment each other in every way, and are the envy of our circle of friends, who can’t believe that two so dissimilar personalities can co-exist in a harmonious relationship such as ours. Sophie is an artist of some note, having had works accepted into the Archibald (The most prestigious portrait prize in Australian art) for the past five years. While she hadn’t actually won the major prize, her works were very well received and chosen for display. I am a...

THE SATYRICON OF PETRONIUS ARBITER Chapters 1 26

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Drafted

Drafted By Margaret Jeanette Sharon Monroe was a leading author of romance novels. She had seven on the top seller list and has sold over a million copies of her works. She is self-confident and can be over-bearing at times. She went to get a soda out of the refrigerator when she passed Robert's computer room. He was on his computer and she knew he was probably playing games as usual. She wished he would get into something else instead of just sitting all day doing nothing. She...

The Prom Queen A Story About a Lovely Boy Part 6

The Prom Queen - The Story of a Lovely Boy -- Part Six By Katherine Day (Copyright 2006 by K - G Communications) Corey Sanders, his loveliness so apparent in the junior dress he was wearing, stood in nervous anticipation, holding hands with his boy friend, Mark Lundstrom. He was one of five contestants to win the honor of being Prom Queen for Carney High School. The five were joined by their male partners and other supporters and they waited in the wings of the giant stage of the...

Sticking It To Tony

I have never been accused of being a nice guy which didn't bother me at all because I wasn't. I was an asshole and I knew it, but even though I was an asshole what happened wouldn't have if I hadn't disliked Tony so much and if he hadn't pissed me off just one time too many. Tony was my supervisor at work. He was one of those dick-wads that climb the ladder by taking credit for work that someone else did and by slipping a knife in the back of anyone he thought of as competition. Tony did...

Wolf Creek Ch 12

At his own request, Frank Wolf was cremated, and Ada and Frank’s surviving son, Jess, took the ashes up to the glade of the upper fork of Wolf Creek, where he and Ada had been married and, together, they scattered the ashes. Jess was a perfect gentleman, which Ada found quite surprising. But Frank had told Ada some time earlier that Festus’s death had sobered and mellowed Jess considerably, and, by all evidence, Jess’s father’s death had completed that process. Ada had thought it only right to...

The Waking Dream

London, Spring 1816 He clearly remembered when he first became aware of a hint of unease; a sense of otherworldly darkness. Before then in his life, of course, he had moments of disquiet in terms of worry and fretting, but they were normal daylight concerns. He remembered as if from a great distance his medical training in the cool grey light of Edinburgh, his careful studies on sleepwalking and the huge effort in gaining his qualifications. These now seemed almost childlike matters as if that...

Sara s Magic Crayons SRU Chapter 5

Magic Crayons by Maggie O'Malley This story is dedicated to my Auntie Sara the Art Angel. Her beautiful creations both art and literary bring joy and love to all they touch. Yet as wonderful as they are, they are not the greatest gift she possesses. The greatest gift of all is the beautiful young woman herself. Auntie Sara you are a kind, generous, and gentle soul with so much love to give, and so many who want to give love back to you. You bring a smile to my face every time...

My First Attempt

Of all the women I have ever known or read about, my wife Louise was without peer in her resistance to becoming a slut wife. Everything seemed against it. First, there was her strict fundamentalist religious upbringing. In the world of her parents and their church friends, sex was something to be had seldom and talked about less. This had several effects, one of which was to make the first few years of our marriage very "vanilla", with the Missionary Position (go figure!) being the order of the...

Louise Slut at Last

Of all the women I have ever known or read about, my wife Louise was without peer in her resistance to becoming a slut wife. Everything seemed against it. First, there was her strict fundamentalist religious upbringing. In the world of her parents and their church friends, sex was something to be had seldom and talked about less. This had several effects, one of which was to make the first few years of our marriage very "vanilla", with the Missionary Position (go figure!) being the order of the...

The Lavender Hill Ladies and the Kenton Manor Maids

THE LAVENDER HILL LADIES AND THE KENTON MANOR MAIDS by enduringshades This is the second Lavender Hill Ladies adventure, the first was the 'The Lavender Hill Ladies Luncheon Club'. For new readers, or as a reminder, I start off with a brief description of each of the Ladies. Otherwise you are welcome to skip to the beginning of the story. THE LADIES The Lavender Hill Ladies started as the Lavender Hill Girls, when four straight crossdressing undergraduates shared a student house...

World Lit 101

"No, NO, NooOOO!!!" I screamed. I sat up drenched in cold sweat. I hadn't heard the alarm and my watch told me I was late. Louie's car would be here at 5:00 AM to take me to the station. I fairly flew through my morning shower and shave and raced downstairs to have a quick breakfast. No time for the usual, sausage and eggs; I reached for the cereal. Funny, I'd swear that the leprechaun on the Lucky Charms box was smirking at me. I was still gulping down my bowl of nutritious "frosted...

Class Reunion Backseat BeckyChapter 2

Neither Sandra nor Becky joined me in the limo for the relatively short trip to the production meeting, where I would formally sign the option rights contract, or so they all hoped. Fred was with me though and we shared a short private conference, the jist was that if any of Becky's proposed script changes were accepted that I would willingly walk away from the entire film project, and refuse to sign. Fred knows that I'm generally a pretty reasonable sort of fellow, and at least as...

Fiddler s Rest

‘What is it? What’s the matter, Meghan?’ ‘That’s a strange question to ask right after we’ve returned from Sal’s funeral,’ I answered. ‘It’s not Sal I’m asking about,’ Taylor answered. ‘Sal lived nearly a year longer than the doctor’s gave him. He’d been reconciled with the inevitable and prepared for months.’ No, Taylor was right. I didn’t mourn Sal Singleton, my literary agent. I’d talked with him several times in the last two months. I knew that this was a release for him—that he had been...

Beach Bunny

I had been told that you can often meet interesting people on adult education literary courses. The seeds of my son-in-law’s divorce were sown at an Open University Summer School. But that’s another story.After an extensive trawl of the net, I’d found a week-long course on short story writing. The good news was that there were still vacancies and that it was located on the gloriously scenic Gower Peninsular. The bad news was that it was a quasi-religious set-up (early morning prayers, a silent...

Death and Damnation Book 2 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 5 Libertarian or Libertine

By now we had received the lists of those who had attended the Shelleys' wedding, and also those who attended the after wedding entertainment, hosted by Lord and Lady Lane at Taplow Court. I asked Colonel Slade why he always referred to the entertainments at the Lanes' as 'Rowley's Revels'. He laughed and explained. "You may recall that King Charles the Second had the soubriquet of 'Old Rowley'? The reason being was that the king had the stamina, and the appetite, of his favourite...

The ImamChapter 11

DEATH 19th of Safar 1436 (December 13, 2014) It’s hard to say whether the Imam spotted the speeding taxicab as it approached. He could have moved out of the way. He could have returned to New York. He could have led his small following at the mosque and perhaps could have been a great spiritual leader for his people. Death, however, no matter the age, must come as a course of life, and death inevitably must be accepted. Arguably things may work in cycles: death as a movement towards a...

No more pencils

I picked up the books in one hand and turned around too quickly, driving the back of my right hand deep into the bounteous breasts of the blonde who had been standing too close behind me. She gasped as I jerked back and spilled my books onto the floor. She smiled as I took a step back and knelt to pick them up and put them in my backpack.“Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to grope you, sorry…”She grinned at my blush and said with a glint in her eye as she looked down at me, “Far be it from me to look...

The Rambling Bard

The roommate is up before I am, watching morning television, a cigarette hanging from his chapped pink lips as he loads the dishwasher. We’re not supposed to smoke in the apartment but he does anyway. I join him on enough occasions that I’m guilty of breaking the rule instead of bending it. Almost a year now he’s been this slouched, hairy, somnolent, depressed man living in my home, barking at the cat in the middle of the night, loud enough to wake me and our upstairs neighbors. The building...

Edit Me Harder

Valerie hated his pedantry, she hated his arrogance, but most of all she hated his expertise. Storyboardland was a place on the web for aspiring authors to post their stuff, and tradition held that readers who encountered typos or other errors would bring them up with the writer. Though some (who were in it for the thrills rather than the craft) brushed these off, Valerie didn’t consider herself that shallow an artist and took every comment seriously. Countless times she’d been saved from...

Webcam Boys Chapter 7

This is a series originally posted on Nifty by a friend of mine. On his behalf (because for some reason, he couldn't get an account here), I'm posting it here. He reckons people who read here might like it too. The tags for this story aren't specific to any one chapter, but are general for the entire series. It's a work in progress, with currently 8 chapters and counting. Chapter 1 serves as a prologue. Chapter 2 is the actual start of the story, with Chapter 3-8 containing the real meat...

A Woman with Mongrel Ch 01

MONGREL: The notion ‘Get some mongrel in you’ means adding something to your persona to provide a harder edge. This supposes a touch of defiance or rebelliousness will make a difference, a significant difference especially to the downtrodden. In this instance the advice to ‘get some mongrel’ was given to a character who’s perceived as being excessively too nice for her own good. This is a detective story purportedly in the traditional genre. — Author. * The pretty card featuring some kind of...

The English Professor

Michael Lavine was one of the most sought after bachelors that I knew. Not only an English professor adored by both his students and peers, he was charming, charismatic, and gorgeous. He was toned with a muscular build, short wavy brown hair, and had the most dazzling set of green eyes anyone had ever seen. He was also a best seller novelist causing fortune to be added to his resume. Women of all ages would always have the tendency to throw themselves at him. But he always pulled away, not...

Losing It

Mike, Enough endless talking. You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit. Please see attached; everything has been arranged. Yours, Jen. No further explanation.A ‘click,’ a mental turn as my brain processed those three short sentences, and time quite changed, my vision dimming as I read the attachment. It read as follows:Dear Mr. Stone,Thank you for choosing Alaska Airlines. Please make note...

To Mindy with Love a chat

To Mindy with Love! On Tuesday, May 18, 1999 6PM Edited by Anne-Mal For the third chat night, we held a surprise party for Mindy! She was out of town and when she came back she saw... (Anne-Mal) Hello Mindy! I bet you'll be surprised when you read this! (Regal) Hi Mindy. We're being naughty. (Anne-Mal) Oh yes! See what happens when you leave town! (Regal) Actually, we are here to appreciate you. (Chrissy) So what exactly are your powers as moderator. I noticed your name...

Ghost Writer

Ghost Writer By Circe Since I was little I always wanted to be a writer. One of my earliest memories are of writing a huge (for me at the time) five-page epic story of a Prince and a Princess. I loved reading about people, and so I wrote about people. When I was eight I started a journal, just observing the people I saw every day; my mother, my father, my sister, my schoolteacher. I think when puberty hit me and hormones began coursing through my body that the tone of my...

The Brotherhood of Swain

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The Magical Pantry

The Magical Pantry by Tom L?ger Something was wrong, but Sam couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. He was 33 and a librarian at a small branch library located in a medium-sized college town. Standing at five foot nine and weighing 150 lbs, with a thick head of short, dark brown hair, he was a pretty average guy, living the life he always thought he wanted. He had his own apartment with his very own girlfriend, who worked in the next town over, and who always told him she found h...

Response To Critics

Admittedly, I wasn't aware of just how to access reviews for posts until I had already submitted six stories. As such, and in response to the most recent reviews to stories I have submitted exclusively to FictionMania, I am providing answers regarding the style in which I have submitted them. My response should also provide (some readers) more than a singular possible indicator as to whether or not I am, indeed, able to draft a properly constructed sentence or paragraph (i.e.,...

Griselda

Discovery There can be few places as deceptive as Nether Slype. The churches are well attended and the all children say their prayers. Such presumably innocent pleasures as the fete, the sack race, and the village pantomime are milestones in its calendar. There are also summer and winter sports gatherings, though all these events, I later learned, are curiously unique to the village. There are two pubs, a school, two shops — one with a post office — a tea rooms where the old ladies...

Griselda

1. Discovery There can be few places as deceptive as Nether Slype. The churches are well attended and the all children say their prayers. Such presumably innocent pleasures as the fete, the sack race, and the village pantomime are milestones in its calendar. There are also summer and winter sports gatherings, though all these events, I later learned, are curiously unique. There are two pubs, a school, two shops — one with a post office — a tea rooms where the old ladies gossip, and a...

Sexiest Woman In My Life

Hi! I am Rahul Basu. This is a true incident I am going to narrate here. Some names and places are changed for the sake of privacy of the characters. It is a bit long story so have patience. I was working for a accountancy firm based in Durgapur. Recently the firm shifted my base to their Kolkata office. I was supposed to arrange my residence on my own. I was a single at that time. I was looking for a cheap residential establishment. I found about a place where they were looking for a paying...

Crystal s Chandeliers

The first time I saw Rocky I think it was just after I had turned seventeen. At the end of the road we lived in, there was an old house with an even older blacksmith's workshop in the garden facing the road. The house was known as 'The Forge', but it had been many years since anybody had actually worked in the blacksmith shop. Or "The Smithy" as the decrepit old sign said. Old Mr Walker, who'd lived there ever since I could remember, passed away that Christmas time and for quite a few...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 4

For those who are lucky enough, success in poetry, or in any art for that matter, may come early in one’s career. To stay a successful poet over a lifetime though—that’s the trick. Amanda felt as though she had made a deal with the devil in some unconscious dream, and due to either her negotiating skills with the Lord of the Underworld or just dumb luck, she landed a tenure- track professorship at Seton Hall a week after her twenty-seventh birthday, a year and three months after her divorce...

The Wards of Harwell TuskerChapter 2 Practical Considerations

In common with my usual practice, I had breakfasted simply and was seated in my living room, taking in the news of the day from that morning's edition of The Times. It told the usual combination of political obfuscations, celebrity excesses and the absurd behaviour of prima-donnas engaged in the sport of Association Football or soccer, as our American cousins refer to it. There was however some real news. The value of production in our manufacturing industries had once again increased which...

Reddit Sex Stories

Reddit Sex Stories, aka r/SexStories! What is the sexiest part of the human body? Is it the titty, that beautiful and bouncy gland that delivers milk, the nectar of human life? Or is it the booty, that bubbly round peach from whence poop comes? Many fetishists would argue that it’s the foot, while your typical vanilla dude might go crazy about a really tight cunt. A bunch of big-brained fancy pants often claim the sexiest human organ is actually the mind.We live in a time of extremely realistic...

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The First Noel

Angela sat on her empty bed and did her ritual of missing her husband, who had died a year ago, before bed as she did almost every night since. Everybody said it would be better in time, that time would heal, she’d soon find the will to move on, but it seemed that the only thing time did was make it worse. She found herself missing her husband more every passing week. Dating again was only a thought she flirted with. And for a woman of forty, with signs of how she’d look when she was sixty...

A Visit to a Fan Ch 01

When his fax machine whirred into action, Gale Harold didn’t even blink. He was so tired. He held the cigarette to his lips and sucked occasionally, blinking through the thick smoke but nothing else on his long, lanky body moved. He was so tired that he was beginning to wonder why he’d chosen to be an actor. After Queer As Folk and a quick jaunt to New York for a role in another movie, then a couple of quest spots, he was exhausted. And lonely. As always, his friends provided him with their...

Caitlyn s Treatment Ch 09

Comments appreciated. Caitlyn on the Block ‘This young cunt…’ Jevon put his hand atop my head then snaked a finger under my chin to raise it so they could all see my face. I know I was blushing but that might not have been bad – sometimes men like that. He paused to smile out at the crowd and laugh with them. He began again. ‘This young cunt…well, what can I tell you brothers? She really is a young cunt.’ He released my chin and let my face turn back towards the stage floor. ‘Turned 18 just...

Wolf Creek Ch 11

Ada Albin Raven and Frank Wolf were married on a beautiful, clear and crisp, spring morning in 1927 in the glade by the cascading eastern arm of Wolf Creek about midway between Brook House and Hagen’s Saw Mill in the lower reaches of Hahn’s Peak. Ada had wanted to be married in the open air of the Rocky Mountains, and she could think of no more beautiful spot than the one where she and Pete Fair had met and made love. She meant no disrespect for her new husband, but her afternoons spent...

Wolf Creek Ch 09

Ada was laughing and tipping a champagne flute to her lips as James Shaffer massaged her nipples with soap bubbles. They were reclining in George Vaughn’s huge bathtub in the master suite of his Michigan lakeside house. It had only been three hours since Ada and George had stood on the train platform in Chicago and seen their nineteen-year-old son, Daniel, off to his first year at the prestigious Wharton School of Business in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Ada fortuitously was in Chicago attending...

Wolf Creek Ch 10

Estelle Hopewell proved to be Ada’s saving angel—and far more than in their intimate moments, of which there were many in the ensuing years. Estelle immediately fell in love with the hidden Colorado valley of Wolf Creek, and she virtually moved in with Ada and Frank in the Wolf Creek Ranch main ranch house. Frank never really took to her, but he tolerated her for Ada’s sake. Estelle was visited in turn by her adventuring husband, who one day looked in the passenger seat of the RC-38US Douglas...

The Swinging Door Ch 02

Editor: WhiteWave48 Famous Lovers on Display Together in the car, they made a very interesting trio – Jenny as Sheherazade, Marti and Rick. At first Jenny thought that her friends were dressed as Tarzan and Jane, but it turned out that Rick was Conan the Barbarian – think: John Candy rather than Arnold – and Marti was… well… Conette the Cave Girl? She did look hot, whoever she was, in that leopard skin outfit. The girls had a few more drinks in the car as they drove on, and everybody was in a...

Prey For Me Ch 18

Pt. XVIII: Safari Snatch Caitlin, Kim and Sal rode their Harleys from Dyer, Nevada, across the border and into California, heading north. They crossed back into Nevada at Topaz Lake and headed up I-395 to Reno. Right up to the casino-hotel where Thomas Peterson had been murdered they rode. Jack had reserved the other super suite for them. Peterson lost his penis and his life in the Roman Super Suite. The three ladies were staying in the Safari Super Suite. ‘This is incredible!’ Sal gasped as...

Avenging Angel chapter 2

I lay in my hotel bed and mulled over the ‘evening’s entertainment’, as Mandy called it, until sustained arousal compelled me to masturbate. During the moments before I came I found myself recalling sex with Laura. Annoyed, I showered, made a cup of coffee and forced myself to consider the film’s implications. I tuned into the hotel’s Wi-Fi. If ‘Castration Festivals’ were real events, I reasoned, there must be evidence for men disappearing without explanation and perhaps reappearing after...

Don t Judge A Book Part 2 Chapter 11

Sunday lunchtime, 3rd June 2018Jill and I were enjoying a very late Sunday breakfast. We’d only got home from the party at three-thirty in the morning, and so breakfast was just this side of noon. Jill keeping it to a very light breakfast as she wanted to look her best for John and Becky’s upcoming wedding, now only three weeks away.The portions and choice of food she served me making clear that she expected me to give her moral support in her efforts to lose those last pounds so she’d look her...

SEX FORMULA 69

SEX FORMULA 69 Foreword; The heat waves shimmered in the distance, inexorably rising off the sand in an unmerciful display of Mother Nature’s authority. At the moment, Ambassador Horse was nowhere to be found. Off to the left, the constant cacophony of the Vegas Strip could be heard, the discordant sounds of whoring and gambling signaling the beginning of another day in Sin City. It was the summer of Formula 69. It was the summer of my betrayal of my boss and best...

A Morning After Stroll

Mark stood in the hotel foyer willing Louise to appear. The time was 7.05am. He had checked the outside temperature and finding it surprisingly balmy, given that the sun was barely over the trees on the other side of the river, he had relayed that fact to Louise, the lady he had just spent a wildly sensuous night with. Since 8.30pm on the previous evening, this last twenty minutes had been the longest time they had been apart. How crazy was that?The lift doors opened and there was a thump in...

Mother Knows Best 1

I mixed a tall drink, using Vodka and grapefruit juice over ice with a dash of sea salt to replenish the salt I’d lost that day and took it to the tub with me. A good soak and the drink relaxed me, and I was looking forward to a long evening of drinking and babe hunting in the bars. Typically, if I spotted one I liked I’d turn on the charm and the sweet talk and we’d spend the rest of the night in their bed or mine. I was a good looking 27 year old back then, and after I’d scored the first time...

Cindi s Top Tips for Sibling Success

by Cindi Barton with Holly Rennick GHOSTWRITER’S NOTES My friend Cindy Barton, supporting character in my fledgling “Writer’s Notebook” may have usurped my role as leading lady. Her science-teacher flippant friendliness was, I’ll admit, sometimes a challenge to transcribe. But readers seem to appreciate frank advice. At the request of the critics (plural being a possible inflation), I’ve collected her “Notebook” insights on brotherly love and added what didn’t make...

Innocence Lost Ch 20

In Which Innocence is lost in Congress, and Twelve introduces Innocence to the literary merits of Honore. Twelve had no intention of returning to the flat to rejoin Chastity. She’d had just about enough of her and how she’d persuade her to do things with her young lovers that made her feel guilty and soiled. She carried her rucksack of possessions over her shoulder through the streets of Labia, relishing the attention her appearance aroused, and made her way to the railway station. She wasn’t...

Gritty Times in Wyoming Pt 01

CHAPTER 1 Female novelist in Chicago seeks homely ranchers to host her for several weeks, perhaps at intervals over months, while she researches for a new novel set on a modern ranch. Will pay for food and lodgings. Write Skye Brock, Reflection Publications, 1B Sim St, Chicago, Il 99999 Bored at spending Saturday at home by himself, Ryan Hobbs replied to the magazine advertisement in front of him: ‘Dear Ms Brock. We would be most interested in having you stay with us. I’m an avid reader...

Aspiring Novelist Pt 03

Billie worked on a proposal for the cattle and horse ranch novel and sent it off to Under the Tree Publishing with the working title of ‘Into the Saddle.’ Her editor Jocelyn Winter emailed next day: ‘Hi sweet young woman. We accepted your proposal this morning. Gary our executive editor pointed out we have a publishing slot four months hence, so it’s yours if you believe you can finish in sixteen weeks from today. What do you think?’ Billie called Jocelyn and they had a short chat and Billie...

Fashionably Late For My Funeral

This is essentially a romance story set against a background of international drug dealing with the occasional side plot of the usual mayhem. Paranoia: (Pron. para-noya) noun, a mental disorder marked by the unjustified belief that one is being persecuted, usually accompanied by megalomania and insane distrust. Paranoid (Pron. para-noyd) adjective, also called paranoiac of, relating to or affected by paranoia. A person affected by paranoia. CHAPTER 1 I do not suffer from paranoia. I am not...

Red s Scottish Trip Ch 04

Author’s note: As with any story in several chapters, it will help you follow this if you have read Chapters 1-3. I hope you will find it worth the reading. 1. Sandy turned restlessly, glanced at his alarm. Six-thirty. He buried his head under the bedclothes and tried to get back to sleep, but he knew as he did so that it wasn’t going to work. Red’s holiday proposal was churning through his brain and he couldn’t switch it off. There was no reason in principle why he shouldn’t go with her. She...

Melanie Ch 01

Author’s note: You know who you are, my muse, my sweet editor. This story is complete fiction. ***** He relaxed as the Eurostar glided through the rolling countryside of northern France. It was cool in the train, but outside the sun beat down relentlessly on wheatfields and orchards. He was too excited to focus on anything, and a bit tired. He could never normally get enough kip on the overnight sleeper from Glasgow to London, and on this occasion the excitement of the trip had kept him...

Deathly White Thighs

CHAPTER 1 Romance, oh why couldn’t he experience romance? Just the once would do, thought Tom O. Bates whose trail of mixed-bag seductions lay in his wake like feathers of a rooster attempting to escape the red-faced farmer’s wife wielding an axe and intent on having her sleep interrupted by only one cock at dawn. Tom was an unsuccessful writer of sexy novels, rejected because his sentences were unacceptable. Too long. Another reason was although his hero and heroine met in the first chapter...

A Master s Ring Book 01

BOOK I: Brothers and Siblings =====Chapter 1===== It was the most stressful part of the academic year, the final exam period approached and semester projects were due. The timing made it easier to accept everything with equanimity. — The University required students to have a faculty advisor after choosing a major. Having enjoyed his class, I asked Professor Jeremy Ryan to be my mentor. He was one of the few creative writing professors that did not act like being a writer licensed one for...

The Coffee Shop Ch 05

Sorry about the wait, guys. This story is about quality, not quantity. ,) Just in case y’all missed the notice, I submitted the wrong version of TCS CH04. The right one is posted now, so y’all might want to take a look at it before you jumping into this chapter. This chapter is devoted almost entirely to Peyton’s back story and addresses the future of the (possible) couple, so sorry if things seem slow to you guys. I promise it’ll pick up in the upcoming chapters. Also, this story takes place...

Sharon s in Love

CHAPTER 1 Hostess Helen Horsely watched intently the new recruit who had been introduced to her as Thomas Thom walked away. Her husband Hudson was managing partner of HBW, Certified Public Accountants and Advisors, and this was the Horselys’ bi-monthly cocktail party for people on the HBW payroll along with partners to foster goodwill and togetherness. Helen broke away to go to her youngest daughter Sharon, who still lived at home and seemed to have far more girlfriends than boyfriends, and...

A Writer s Inspiration

Kerouac’s words danced over my skin, jumped into my mouth, and caressed my tongue – I feared that if I swallowed them, they would certainly consume me. I desired to wear his un-staggering genius as my own, wear it like a bohemian scarf stolen from an acquaintance, and keep it close to my skin. Recent adventures had been fueled by alcohol and a lack of faith in the goodness of men. Heart broken, and mailed to me like a cheap postcard from Graceland, I was cocooning myself in the protective...

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