Jeff is "just" a friend to Carol but he's been there for her through several disastrous relationships. Can a friend ever become more than "just" a friend? Carol's attempt to find out may not only fail to get her a lover but cost her the friendship as well.
An explosion and fire leaves Cosette, 10, and her mom Syl in crisis, they stay with their divorced neighbor Julie. But where's Sette's dad (Theo)? At Julie's, her ex-husband and his gorgeous admin (now his 2nd wife) visit often, staying, uh, overnight. Together in her bed. Really? How does that even work? Theo is back; he's studly in bed but unemployed, they're at risk for homelessness. Fond of Sette, Julie worries. What to do? (No under 14 sex.)
Fictional War Story told from the point of view of a young soldier who volunteered to fight in Afghanistan. It starts with some background of 2 soldiers who have know each other from childhood. There is a bit of information of the Squad one soldier is assigned to. There is an overview of much of the deployment. Much of this story depicts a brief engagement from the narrator's perspective. this Fictional story is loosely based on actual events. this is part of a larger story I will post later.
Sex Contents: Minimal Sex | Genre: Action/Adventure Tags: Fiction, Military, Tear Jerker, War, Black Male Downloads: 1968 | Votes: 141 | Score: 7.38 Size: 51KB | 9,303 words |
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This is a different type of story for me. It is based on a compilation of events in the news that have happened in the past few years. Of course it is entirely fiction
A tale of two women, sisters, and how one finds herself on a mission to find the other gone missing in a foreign country. They face dangers and ordeals which brings new meaning to their solidarity. In the end, one question remains. / (Reviews)
A Marine grunt returns to civilian life and is faced with a new mission to bring hope to an innocent girl. Sexual abuse, a horrendous crime, and a stunning revelation eventually lead them to an unexpected ending.
Violent storms are common in the Midwest. The one described here actually happened outside a little town I was staying in almost 20 years ago. It sounded like a train, the tornado axiom, if you will, but the straight-line winds cleared a windrow to stumps and killed several cattle (and I'm sure a lot of other critters). Friday I was in the shower, during a storm, when my muse spoke to me, and yes, when I looked out back, she was sitting on our boat.