Content: rape

Summary:

I'm involved in a contest that gives the writer a new prompt every other week. We have one week to compose a short story of two to five thousand words. The third prompt was "Vengeance". The problem is this theme has been done to death! What can be written that isn't SO cliche and overdone? Then, a friend suggested the twist on character names. Be warned, one reviewer called in a mix between fairy-tale and horror. Thank you so very much for any and all help.

Chapters:

Summary:

Six brothers, the same yet each different. They are Varwick’s. Born with a rare mixture of blood. Human yet so much more. The six Durandus men are unique in their own ways, who find a happy medium with being different. Step into the world of Dominic Durandus. The oldest of the six who will follow his Father as the King of Varwick’s. All kings must have a queen but Dominic was convinced that there would be no other woman as his mother who could handle such a position. Until Toni Kendrick. His first encounter with the mysterious woman had him wanting, no needing more of her. There had never been a woman who had pulled at his heart as Toni had. The evil that lurks in this world had them thrown together again and from that day Dominic vowed from he would find a way for her to accept his way of life and stand at his side as his Queen.

Chapters:

Summary:

SUMMARY:

“I had my first psychic dream when I was nine. Psychic implied power, and powerful wasn’t a word I’d use to describe myself. I couldn’t foretell the future or conjure visions at will, but I couldn’t think of a more fitting word to describe what I sometimes saw in my dreams.”

For 23-year-old Mackenzie Hill, tossing her life down the garbage disposal is easy after a painful incident shatters her life. Her heart is bleeding, and moving to Watcher’s Point is a chance to start anew, only she isn’t prepared for the guy who walks out of her dreams and into the flesh. Literally . . . because she’s been dreaming about this sexy stranger for years.

Mackenzie is even less prepared to face the dark nature of her dreams. They’ve turned disturbingly gruesome, full of blood and murder, and when they begin to coincide with the media’s headlines, she and Aidan realize her visions might be the key to stopping a madman from killing again.

Only Aidan has painful secrets of his own, and perhaps the biggest danger of all is falling for him.

Chapters:

Summary:

Seeing the human monster in all of us...

Chapters:

Summary:

In Search of Mr. Wonderful, The Journey from Myth to Madness Romance / Adult To Invite Love, You Must Love Yourself First Syvanna Lee knows what she wants—an everlasting love, her own “Mr. Wonderful.�? Yet in her precarious quest to find such a man, she refuses to listen to the truth of her inner voice and ends up disappointed time and again. Each “Mr. Somebody�? Syvanna becomes involved with opens a new chapter in her life. Each new relationship causes her to look at herself from a different perspective. Each new lover unveils previously unexplored facets of her own personality. She is ready for love, but will she ever realize that to give love, receive love, or even demand love, she must love herself first? And if Syvanna would only take a moment to listen to her inner voice, she might learn an important truth. As the tale unfolds, an ominous secret from Syvanna’s childhood rises to the surface, a secret that may ultimately kill her. In Search of Mr. Wonderful is a tale of heartbreak, self-destruction, desperation, and, ultimately, of transformation and discovery. Ms. Bouvier has written a novel of intense beauty and introspection that will stay with you long after you’ve turned the final page. REVIEWERS PLEASE NOTE: I will be adding chapters daily until the whole manuscript has been submitted. There are a lot!!! Stay tuned!!

Chapters:

Summary:

Correne Johnson, 18, is all the things most women never want to be: Overweight, illiterate and unloved. And she is being molested by her Aunts fiance. She uses her addiction to the Oprah Winfrey show and Oprah's TV wisdom's to challenge her Oppressor. These actions could either end her life or save her.

Chapters:

Summary:

Novel written like a transcript...1/4 of the way through chapter one, it will become easier to read... Two years ago, twenty-nine year old Jayne, a reclusive writer and single mom, suffered a tragedy. After two years and many therapy sessions later, she decides to move to London to continue her writing there. And, in the process move on with her life. By the way, this book will not be in chapters it will be by conversation. Each conversation is its own chapter so on this site, each chapter might have more than one conversation.

Chapters:

Summary:

Just to be clear this isn't a rant or expression of venting, just another take on how some view the history of America, in light of comments that have surfaced during this political season. Frederick Douglas and Thurgood Marshall had some interesting ideas about black folks and patriotism in America. Unfortuately, the issue of race is still a sensitive topic, but in order for all of us to go forward it has to be talked about.

Chapters:

Summary:

This is a story about the relationship between tragedy and necessity, and the changes we make to keep breathing.

Chapters:

Summary:

Chris began to question the wisdom of this trip. The familiar crunching sound of tires on the gravel driveway gave away her surprise arrival. She had planned to arrive undetected, take a look around at her former life, and if necessary, leave undetected. As she pulled up to the once-white, house with the slanted front porch and broken screen door, she was at once joyfully nostalgic and severely repulsed. Before Chris could turn off the engine and step out onto the gravel and oil driveway, Ma was already waving from the window in the big bedroom upstairs. Chris shook her head when she notice Ma wearing the same faded red, pansy-printed house dress she was wearing exactly one year before on Easter Sunday and likely every other Sunday for the last thirty years or more. The hem of this dress must have been re-sewn by Ma’s plump hands a hundred times or more and the buttons were a mere rumor, replaced by multi-colored diaper pins. Even without seeing it now, Chris could describe each frayed piece of the fabric, not only because she seen it in her mind whenever she pictured Ma, but because she’d spent so much time as a child, hiding from the world on underneath it. They met inside the house, at the bottom of the stairs and greeted one another the way they always had. No “I love you,�? or “good to see you.�? No touching moment and definitely no embracing, just right to the business at hand – avoidance. “Lawd chile, I ain’t know who dat was pullin’ in my driveway all fast.�? Ma said, barely stopping at the foot of the staircase. “Uhn, uhn, uhn. What you doin’ wit’ ya hair now?�? “All that money, - cant you pay somebody to do something with that hair?�? Chris sighed. “It’s called the natural look Ma, and I did pay somebody to do this.�? Uhn, we’ll you done thrown dat money away. Look like a natural mess to me. I’ put a pressin comb on it fo’ ya fo’ free.�? Ma laughed. “Lawd have mercy, now I got to go upstairs an’ put some clean sheets on dat bed. Go on out back and say somethin’ to Dad.�? Chris walked through the old house, through the dog’s room on the back porch and out into the back yard where Dad sat atop his ancient, red, riding mower, mowing and drinking what was almost surely corn liquor, wrapped in a brown paper bag. “Hey there, Lil Bit, what you doin’ here? Dad slurred. “You done drove all the way from New York City to help me cut all this grass.�? All morning, Chris sat in the kitchen with Ma snapping peas, peeling potatoes and soaking greens. “You listen here girl, now I ain’t gonna have none of that mess you pull last year at my Easter table, you hear me?�? Ma warned. “What’s past is past.�? “Now, ya Mama an’ them comin.’�? “Again, Ma, she is not my Mama�? Chris said. “Well, she carried ya ‘round in her fo’ nine mont’s di’nt she?�? Ma exclaimed. Chris started, “Ma, but she never did nothing for me….�? At this, Chris was immediately shocked by her improper language, and how easily it came back to her. “She my daughter, and yo’ mama, an’ this is my house and I say she’ comin’ here to have Easter dinner wit’ us, now you just keep ya mouth shut if ya aint got nothing nice to say, hear.�? ‘Ma, if she brings him again, I can’t sit at the table and act like everything is ok.�? Chris explained. Ma fidgeted. “Don’t you say it.�? Suddenly, Chris felt possessed. “What, Ma, that he raped me and my Mama was too high to do anything?�? Ma looked around for something to hold on to and settled on a bag of flour on the. Ma said, “Don’t ya talk with dat nasty mouth in my house girl, now, I jus’ ain’t gon’ have it.�? Brushing flour off her dress, Ma quietly demanded, “Now make yourself useful and go set the table.�?

Chapters:

Summary:

I knew this boy when I was a child. My dad and I would go on a dove hunt every year at a friend's farm. The family described in this story lived on his farm as tenants. The boy in the story was a fetcher of killed doves for us. He told me his father and grandfather were the same. I felt compelled to write this because since he died I'm sure no one has thought a second about him.

Chapters: