Reluctance - Page 15



I made this story for someone who requested a 'emotional' story. Failing that, I came up with this. this is an adaptation of a work by Koyaanisqatsi. The last paragraph won't be understood unless you read The Champion's Companion Ch.10 at the very least
***It's been a while since I’ve written one of these stories and I kind of rushed this one so please bare with me
TEN TO SIX The doorbell rang for the third time before Fran Shannon could make it up the stairs. She had been busy in the basement trying to figure out what to do with all of the water. She glanced at the clock in the hall as she hurriedly walked to the door. "Coming



I shifted about awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do with myself. I wasn’t used to parties and had dressed to my friend, Corinne’s advice: denim shorts and a thin, tight top, showing traces of my lacy black bra



We saw lights flicker in the distance and Josh was running with Ashley while she was grasping onto hold up the towel around her. Josh yelled in our direction “COPS



Your name is Eric Jaks, you're a space bounty hunter. You're 5'8, 29 years old, medium built, brown hair and green eyes. You were born in a space colony and lived there all your life
My neighbour is a peeper and his name is Tom. Yes I know very cliché but his name really is Tom. Now I’ve been shy about my body, its curvaceous and yes I’m a bit overweight for my 5ft6 frame, my arse is rounded, my breasts are very large and my thighs are bigger than I would like



All 166pgs of Book 1. I've got early chapters posted here but they were posted in rough draft and this is the final draft expect changes and manyxmany corrections



I was only seven when my mother and father split up, looking back on it I can honestly say my father was no good for anything! He drank all day and didn't have a job, and on top of that he beat my mum every now and then, not often … but enough



Midge wiped Archie's sperm off her face, and sidled over to him. Archie was still sitting on the chair in the corner. He looked up at Midge who approached him slowly, and then seductively sat on his lap. Putting her arms around his neck, she slowly began to kiss him
The full moon hung in the sky, and reminded Artemis of what tonight meant for Edwin, whom had left several hours prior. He would suffer, and kill, and come back in the morning a broken man



e dead My hair was now dyed, my eyes filled with dread I could simply watch, with watery eyes Through your mischievous twinkles filled with lies As you swayed another, with your charm And she had no feelings of alarm! Too trusting was she, her heart so clear As I watched I shed one tear
The following story is true, and accurate, as best to my recollection. If it was fiction, it would have had a much happier ending. “What are your intentions with my mom?' Those were some of the first words I can recall hearing from the beautiful 10 year old
Authors note: I tried something a little different this chapter and while overall these stories seem to be well received, I’d welcome any feedback for Tegan’s adventures going forward. Anything you like, don’t like, etc., especially if anyone feels like there’s too much talking
Angie McCallister was a Senior in high school, just turned eighteen. She had skipped fifth grade, going from fourth to sixth because of her intelligence. Combined with the fact her parents moved and she had to change schools anyway, the transition was barely noticed