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The Time Of My Life
About a year after my separation from my first ex-wife, by chance I met a very attractive woman from Spain. She had a very pretty face, a great figure, and a friendly manner. In a very short time, I fell madly in love with the woman and set out upon building an exciting new life with her. Not for one moment could I have ever imagined what this woman had in store for me.
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in Chapters
The Time Of My Life
Very much to my frustration and cost, I found the experience of employing lawyers to execute my divorce from my first ex-wife excruciatingly painful. That’s largely due to the fact that many lawyers want to extract the maximum amount of money they can from you.
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in Chapters
The Time Of My Life
Now in my twilight years, childless, I think about how I could have had my father-in-law prosecuted for an assault with a deadly weapon, and his daughter prosecuted with conspiracy to murder. However, I chose not to at the time in order to protect my children.
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in Chapters
The Time Of My Life
It was a beautiful summer’s morning in the middle of June, a day that is etched in my memory for all the wrong reasons, though it started promisingly enough. For a start, it was my birthday and the sun had his hat on and was coming out to play. My three young children were already up and about, waiting for me to get up and go downstairs to make them some breakfast. My wife was ahead of me in the bathroom, so I made my way downstairs to tend to the kids’ needs for some chow. Already thinking about the day ahead and what it might hold in store for me, I had a spring in my step as I descended the two short flights of stairs.
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in Chapters
Dreaming of Electric Sheep. Runner-Up in Chapters Challenge.
I do not have dreams. In the literal sense. Obviously, I have my delusions of grandeur, my dreams of one day having something I've written be held in high esteem by somebody with no real vested interest in my life other than I'm the cool weirdo artist they've been obsessed with for some reason. I want my farm with my goats and to never have to look at another computer again. I want to sit on the porch and play guitar and have a big ol' Mead Hall thing that acts as sort of a private club/social venue. I want to provide a space for people like me, who are bad at stuff, so we can be bad at stuff together but in a way where the, like, 2 things we're good at end up being really useful. I have THOSE kinds of dreams.
By Aaron Richmond3 years ago in Chapters
Opening Paragraphs
The title and subtitle are the introduction to a piece and that first paragraph starts the action! On many platforms like Vocal and Medium, the first paragraph is also visible to a potential reader browsing through latest Stories, their homepage, or checking out the newest from the creators/writers to which they subscribe.
By Judey Kalchik 3 years ago in Chapters
Syrinx the Nymph
Pan, Πάν, the god of the wild, shepherds and flocks, rustic music and impromptus, and companion of the nymphs, was a very handsome god. Until there came the day when his appetites for fair wood nymphs, the protective creatures of nature, would get him in trouble with the Goddess Artemis. He was a horny egotistical tyrant who pursued the wood nymphs continuously and annoyingly.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Chapters
Savage heart
Start writing...Chapter 1: The Call of the Wild In the heart of the dense, ancient forest, a chilling howl pierced the night air. It was a sound that carried the essence of the wilderness itself, a melody that resonated through the trees and into the hearts of all who heard it. The moon cast an ethereal glow upon the towering pines, and amidst the shadows, a solitary figure emerged: Asher, a young and powerful alpha wolf.
By Muhammed Yakub3 years ago in Chapters
Rising Up
Grade school in China was difficult for Aili, as her family were impoverished and not respected by the other families. Her father worked hard every day, buying and selling at the local fish markets, but barely made enough each day for them to eat. He moved from a small village to the city of Guangzhou as a young man, trying to provide for his family; but his dreams of making it big never materialized, as he slaved each day just to survive.
By Gerald Holmes3 years ago in Chapters
A City Divided by the Danube
Transportation in Budapest was better than anything I’d have ever hoped. Growing up in Utah, part of the “great” American West expansion, I’d experienced life from cars, cars, and more cars. Urban, rural, and suburban sprawl was the name of the game. Bikes were at best a hobby or short-range transportation from, I don’t know, one friend's house to the next, if you were willing to climb the steep hills of rural Elk Ridge. In college, I managed to live in an apartment close to campus, so rode my bike regularly, but shopping had to be done by vehicle. Not in Hungary. Between the tram, bus, and subway system, everything was accessible and affordable–so long as grouchy ticket patrols didn’t question your exchange student status. As great as the transit is, Budapest truly opened up to me when I bought a bicycle.
By Christopher Michael3 years ago in Chapters
