The House

By Dawn Natelle

The penultimate part of the Sapphire arc: Dawn.

Chapter 22 – At the hospital

Did June mean she would kill both of them? His heart was racing along with his mind.

The House

By Dawn Natelle

Part two of the Sapphire arc: Dawn.

Chapter 21 – Love breaks

In September Grey was working on the porch, making a swing, when he heard Billy peel into the lane. “Where’s my little whore?” he called from his bike.

The House

By Dawn Natelle

It has been a while, but I have been busy. I have completed four chapters in this arc of the story. You will see them one per day to Wednesday, and I should have another one done for Thursday: Dawn.

Chapter 20 – Grey and Sun find love

Changing my life, what joy. To Joy.

It was the rite time ….. and the rite place. As Annis said, “It’s a kind of magic.”

And another AP-500 story - hooray me.

It may be the difference of a better-chosen title, but some recent stories have hit new heights - 1000 hits in a day; 100+ kudos too. But still nobody has been triggered to take one of my offerings to adapt, grow, build or whatever (as far as I know). Oh well. maybe sometime soon what with the suggestion by Angela Rasch and others for MORE STORIES.

Jane's cell was made of living wood. It was a small circular space, just wide enough for her to sit against the wall with her legs straight. The floor was spongy and slightly damp when she pressed down on it. The walls where angled outwards, making a comfortable backrest. Light came in through several narrow gaps high above her head.

The villagers had seized her hours ago and brought her here, She'd been too shocked to resist at the time, besides that Hanna girl looked like she knew how to use a spear, and was willing to do her serious harm.

A short story...

Dedicated to a dear and cherished friend who is loved by so many for her talented writings. Stories which inspired me to write too ...

Copyright © 2018 by AuP reviner

”What? I’m not a girl – am I?”

So many things that I didn’t know. I mean about girls and all the soft, pretty things girls do and wear. So much to learn. And something told me it was what I really wanted. But I was a normal boy, wasn’t I?

An AP-500 story to borrow and grow.

Time on My Hands

Chapter 43: 353-356 CE: A Time to Watch, A Time to Fight

Then just as quietly as he’d arrived, Raben would slip off into the forests without a trace. After two weeks Raben had found and visited every sizeable Alemanni camp. The first camps he’d visited sent out riders to warn the other camps the Demon Slayer was about but even with additional guards and heightened awareness none spotted Raben, the tigers or the wolves. The old tale of the Demon Slayer told he’d silently killed the slaver guards and then silently slit the throats of nearly a hundred slavers. They now understood that what most had considered a fanciful tale could very well be true.

Sometimes you encounter a person who just stands out from the crowd. When they do, you remember it for a very long time. The day I saw her was one of those.

The day began as normal as I like hundreds of thousands of others with a commute into London by train. On this day of all days, I alighted from my train which had arrived at Platform 2 at Waterloo Station. I can even remember the time. It was 08:29 on a Monday morning. So, what was so remarkable about her then?

I didn’t see her face but her hair shone just like those adverts you see on TV for shampoo. You know the ones that when you try that very product out, you find that your hair does not look anything like the Advert yet you still but the same product until you see another advert for a different product and so the cycle goes. But I digress…

The House

By Dawn Natelle

I have been told that some people who do not visit the site daily are missing chapters, since when a new one goes up, then the old ones are dropped from the font page. So if you didn’t read Chapter 17 on Monday of Chapter 18 on Tuesday, you might want to go back and read it now: Dawn.

Chapter 19 – More people

This story is set in the same "world" as LadyDragon623's stories about werefolk, vampires, fae and other supernatural creatures.

I have her express permission to use the "world" and characters she has mentioned in her stories if I feel they would fit into this story.

The pride had been at the location of their new home for nearly three weeks now. A lot had changed in that time period.

As I walked into Kathy’s office she was behind her desk. She looked up at me with questions written all over her face. Over against the wall to my right was a man in a suit and tie, coat, pants. He was holding a briefcase which was chained to his left wrist. His right arm moved lightly to the middle button on his coat.

He was giving me a real close looking over with none of us moving. “Name?”

“Nova”

“Go on.”

Alyss returns home for Thanksgiving, only to find that her daughter's past sins have come back to haunt them.

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Ursula is told what the others know about Earth, Anmar and the transfers between. She struggles to believe any of it. Then she is shown the clothes and other items she had with her when she was found. After the evening meal, Maralin suggests a short stroll...

The Voyage of the Visund

A tale of Anmar by Penny Lane

13 - Of Anmar and Earth

My computer sent me to this page on the cloud when I tried to open up one page to work on my latest story. Maybe some one here can explain how it happened. I just turn on the computer and type. I have no idea why it does some of the things it does. This seems to be all there is of this page.

Project girl

I am reposting this original post from 2009. It did okay the first time and I got some really good stories which added to it in great ways... but I've always felt so much more could be done and written, so I'm re-opening

THE HOME THAT LOVE BUILT universe.

Jane's jaw dropped, she looked from the floating notification to Mr Brewster sitting at the table, "You're a quest giver?"

The man deflated, his shoulders drooping. "I'm an Innkeeper ain't I? Of course I'm a quest giver."

He slapped the table, making his confection wobble on its plate. "Damn! Quests can take a long time. By the time you are back, I probably won't have a use for the cherries. You best go armed, it's not a proper quest if there are no monsters to fight."

The House

By Dawn Natelle

I managed to write this chapter without killing anyone. Look for the next chapter on Monday or Tuesday: Dawn.

Chapter 16 – Auctions and actions

“We’…,” Seeing feet behind the rising garage door, Jim hit Ronda’s seatbelt release and yanked her down in the seat. Not a second too soon as the windshield exploded in a hail of lead from an automatic rifle.