Brother, Can You Spare A Dime?
(c) 2017 Haylee V

Once upon a time, a rich nobleman had two fine sons, whom he was grooming to take over the family business. The elder son proved to be a shrewd businessman, tough on his customers, but quick to make a profit, sometimes overcharging his customers for their needs or using otherwise shady tactics. Anything for a quick buck seemed to be his credo.

I have been kicking around bringing back Mackenzie for some time now. But as I worked on things to post eventually, I made a few decisions and a few changes. Other changes had been planned from the start. So I'm switching an old Trope we see often here, where a church goes after the transgender youth. But this time, The youth isn't transgender.

So without any more babbling by me, I'd like to offer the first chapter of Mackenzie Somerset

Stories in the Jackie Hallard Universe:

Will the police get their man and their money back? Only Hugh knows.

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

(Just something I'm trying to get a feel on....)

Walk of Life
I. On Every Street

I think I've heard every version of my name that can be made. My name used to be JoAnna Pee...
Yes, please, laugh it up.
Chortle a bit, yeah, continue....
I've got all day.
I say that because, due to the lack of taking my meds today, I have no concept of time and it may take me hours to get myself back on track. Yes sir, you could just hear me drag on about nothing in particular all because...
You're still laughing about my last name, aren't you?

This is the Start of Year One for Hope's Ranch. As I being in some people, their backstory shall be posted in the Prologue area. But for now, enjoy the re-start of Hope's Ranch.

The Crow and the Dove
(c) 2017 Haylee V

One day, a dove was flying in unfamiliar skies and became lost. Seeking help, he landed and began walking to a nearby town.

Day 1 The Annual Ski Trip Begins
When their family was getting ready for their annual ski trip Chris’s mom had bought him a new pair of long underwear. When he tried them on he couldn’t help but notice how they clung to his legs. “Mom they make me look like I have chicken legs!” Chris had always had a small frame and had been teased for it in the past.
“It’s not as if anyone’s going to see your legs Chris. You’ll be wearing your ski pants. They’re just long johns.”
“But what about in the chalet?”

I pushed open the door to find the house just as it always was at this time of the afternoon, silent and empty. Shafts of the waning sunlight illuminated tiny dust particles dancing lazily through the air. Even though I knew no one was home, I tried to suppress the rustling of the bag I was carrying as much as possible. Why did the bags at the bag sale always have to be paper? It felt like it would be taboo to mar the silent spell of isolation that laid upon the house.

The Other Woman Part Two

Continuing the story of how a wife meets the other woman in their lives, who happens to be her husband.

This story is dedicated to my friend and fellow author Warm Hearted, who has called me his cheerleader. We have become good friends and confidants, sharing comments and ideas on our stories as well as messaging and emailing each other regularly.