Two student athletes suddenly find themselves excelling at their given sports. But wait, they aren't the popular sports! What happens when fame and excellence strikes them? Can they survive? Can they survive without one another? A romantic story about high school love.
A The Chronicles of Dan Hayward Story On this day, Brad and the Belleville Falcons play a mixed charity hockey game with a local women's league. Abby has her sights set on one particular player.
A young man, haunted by disease and sorrow, faces his own death and the eternity that lies beyond human comprehension. The only thing giving him the will to live is a mysterious vision, a girl that exists only in his dreams, but the closer he gets to his death, the more the line between dream and reality blurs.
A story in WriterMick's I Was Sitting Universe
A slow story of Damage. Repair. Restitution. Redemption. All told over the course of three weeks time. Please feel free to comment!
A special thanks to Robcan57 for his help in editing and correcting some of my ineptitude as a writer.
A guy discovers a strange bottle upon opening it, finds things quickly begin spiraling out of his control. A Beautiful woman appears then another and another. They all wanted sex, they all wanted him? Yowsa!
A Dulcie Story A rare snow in Maldon, an abandoned baby, and a waif found and rescued. Stands alone, but more meaningful if you're familiar with the last Dulcie and Jenni stories.
A The Chronicles of Dan Hayward Story Trisha's plan to break up Dan and Karen is put into action. Wendy visits, anxious to find out if Dan and Karen are still a couple. Dan is needed by Joyce to bowl for her team in the mid season tournament..."She'd practically kill me if she caught us fucking. You'd have to go by about five." "Don't worry, I'll take a cab and be gone before she arrives," Trisha reassured him, _"This is going to be so much fun, her catching us fucking in bed. Dan, I love big diamond engagement rings."_
A The Chronicles of Dan Hayward Story Attending their high school dance, Brad professes his love for Abby. The night ends perfectly for Abby...She held out her hand to him, "Come with me, it's time," Abby smiled. "Time for what?" Brad asked. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" He still didn't quite understand, "Where am I spending the night?" "Here," "And who am I going to wake up next to in the morning?" "...me?" "Clever boy! Come with me Brad, it's our time," Abby took him by the hand leading him upstairs.