Leave your teenage daughter with California hippies for a four months and you'll get back a different girl with a tattoo she can't show you. Add an embarrassing accident while driving her home, and you'll have a prickly situation on your hands.
Ever have someone make an entrance into your life; then refuse to exit for so long you finally find yourself wanting him to stay. Mr. Whiskers came to us during San Francisco's Summer of Love. We soon found we couldn't chase him away with a stick'"and after a while'"we gave up trying and just started enjoying him.
Joe won the lottery. Joe is looking for love. Joe is surprised how love finds him. Well now some stories really do have happy endings. Even if things don't turn out just like they are planned.
An adult fairytale. Because of one particularly evil act, The Goddess takes notice of an evil man who's destroying the environment, she picks a strange group to bring an end to his atrocities. There is some nastiness in there, but not bad enough, to trigger anyone's 'squicks', I don't think. Only you dear reader can make that judgement. The story is set in England, with English idioms, and spelling.
Ned, Winceham, Lernea and Parcifal, along with Theo and Bo the bunny finally reach Tallyflop atop a giant oak floating in space in search of Theo's people. They'll have a touch of bad luck with what passes as law in a truly neutral pirate haven and before they know it, Theo goes missing, the crystal has been stolen and Bo abducted. Someone wants them dead, and tries more than just once. Searching for clues about Theo, his crystal, Bo and the woodkin elves, the party splits up.
She had the bit between her teeth, and that philandering Irish pervert would be forced to pay the piper for his sinful, immoral treatment of innocent women.
No explicit sex.
Melissa and Mark were a pair of off the charts geniuses with a special heritage that meant they were either going to rule the world or die trying. What can a pair of teens do when they discover they are truly Children Of The Gods?
This is not a combat story, but a recounting of the activities of my father, a transport driver, and his friends in the Australian Army during World War 2. It's the incidents and events they talked about over a drink when they got together to remember the old days. Most are funny, in many ways, and some are frightening. They convey what they did to stay sane, and also why they were there. Included is the poetry by the author, nearly all of which was written whilst on active service. 24,900 words