The ice wasn’t good this year. Ordinarily the lake froze to a depth of eight or ten inches, but this winter had been unusually warm. 107,745 more words
The telephone started ringing as Rachel was coming downstairs after putting the twins to bed. She muttered something not very complimentary, hitched six-month-old Michael further up her hip, and rushed the final few steps which brought her to the hall extension—then stopped dead with her hand hovering half an inch above the telephone receiver, her attention caught by the reflection in the mirror on the wall behind the telephone table. 56,289 more words
Tyler Copeland was bored as fuck. It was possible he didn’t appear bored for the simple reason that he sat in a secluded booth between two women who were both vying for his attention—and there was no question, both of them were young and extremely beautiful. 9,696 more words
Hello story lovers!
Welcome to the newest addition to my new story, presented through the flash fiction group Wednesday Briefers.
Each week we get a prompt to write our chapter/story with a maximum of 1000 words. 1,094 more words