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Moving Forward #17 (4.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Marshall had had enough conversation with Dustin to last him awhile. He was all talked out and at the limit of his sociability. Besides, he’d seen what there was to see and he’d gotten to stretch his legs. Nothing else he wanted to do. He turned back toward where they’d been sitting, but he didn’t see Lee at the table. Must have gone inside.
“I’m gonna head back,” he told Dustin, leaving it up to him to do what he wanted. Marshall noticed the family with the kids were packing their car. They gave him a friendly smile as he walked by. Denver was just throwing some trash into a can as Marshall walked up.
“Lee went inside,” he told Marshall.
Daniel: Chapter One By Carol Pedroso
“Just leave me alone,” Daniel cried as he cowered in the corner, wishing he wore more than the skimpy leather shorts.
“Get back on your feet, Boy,” the Dom yelled advancing on him whip still in hand.
“Red. Red. Red,” Daniel yelled, hoping there was someone near enough to hear him over the music in the club.
“What’s going on here?” a deep voice sounded over the music. Daniel looked up enough to see a large man standing at the edge of the secluded area he was in.
Focal Point Chapter 1: Part 2 by Shelly Schultz
I watched Cal leave, finding the table to be a little too big once he was gone. I flipped open my notebook that my laptop had been resting on and started scrawling down notes on the idea that he had given me. Art and photography were very much ‘my thing’, as soccer and anything athletic belonged to Cal. When we were kids I had an old point and shoot camera that took film and we’d spend hours in the woods behind my house hiking and taking pictures of nature—which often ended up being photos of my thumb or finger.
I hear voices through the door, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. I wish I could. I have no idea what reception my lover has received from the Council, whom I have always considered arrogant and stubborn old men. Some of them are okay, but other look down on me and even sneered. I know what they were thinking; I have always known. It’s the same thing a lot of people in the kingdom think – that I am a joke; not fit to be king. My mind, my honour, my good intents are irrelevant. All they care about is my ability, or lack thereof, in war–making.
Alone with Micah, Ben stared at the happily kicking baby. He didn’t need anything right then, so Ben could take a look around. It wasn’t snooping; Evin had invited him in. The living room was dominated by a large sectional in a soft suede fabric. There was a fuzzy throw on the back and thick pillows on the ends. One wall hung a large canvas painted in wild blue, green, and brown strokes, the colors blending into an abstract form that reminded him of a tree in summer.
Innocence & Carnality: Part 27 by Mann Ramblings