Content written on November 20, 2020 by Erdf330588
Story Title:
Miranda the Stray Cat
Chapter:
Content Type:
Blackmail/Coercion
1,425 words (~8 minutes reading time)
Start writing.. WARNING – contains some violence and coarse and misogynistic language. The Stray Crash from under the back porch. Probably some tomcat got in and knocked the sheets of plywood off the sawhorses. Probably going to spray. Jack lifted himself off the chair and went out to see. Flashlight beam ahead of him, Jack…
Stepping off the plane and feeling the full blast of the South American sun, Jill had to pinch herself to check she wasn’t dreaming. She had been surprised when Suzy invited her to her Fathers polo ranch as they weren’t close friends, their only contact at school was through their shared love of the sport,…
All of a sudden there was an almighty noise as all the lights in the room started flashing red. ‘CODE RED CODE RED CODE RED’ The sudden ear splitting noise and flashing lights caused everyone to jump, panic on both sides of the glass divide as the lift doors opened and a dozen people filed…
Holly loved her job! Only two years out of Uni she had already landed a great job and was building quite a name for herself as a formidable reporter. She enjoyed working for the Broadcasting Company in central London and especially working with and learning from Mary, who was the leader of their four strong…
The sun was sinking and we were both ready to get home when I looked down the street and noticed something I hadn’t before. “Look, it’s an old Antique Shop,” I said has I grabbed her hand. My girlfriend turned her head and nodded. “yes, that’s pretty cool. Let’s go and see it,” she said…
Epilogue The mine manager sat at her desk nervously. Blackmail is what it was. Someone was going to turn them in, and her employer would get fined, and they might even fire her. Thus tonight. It was 2am, and she’d made a few discreet calls to workers she could trust to do a good job…
PART 3: Ranger Chapter 33: My Colorado Girlfriend The next weekend was the one leading up to Memorial Day, and we knew all of the local attractions would be jammed up tight with flocks of tourists, so we decided to spend the morning and afternoon separately, doing personal things. After an early dinner, we met…
Pearl Brooks sat at her kitchen table, sipping on a cup of hot coffee as she waited for the chorus of alarms to go off upstairs. Her husband’s alarm would be the first to go off and lazily stumble towards the shower to start his day before coming down for his breakfast. She loved Max,…
