THE UNTHINKABLE_The Secret Ingredient_The Return to Innocence_In An Instant
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THE UNTHINKABLE
Sometimes a high school going girl may fall for a man, who may be too mature for her. Some girls may not have the best fathers and as a result, do not have the role models they deserve and need. They may make one silly mistake, fall pregnant and this is something that cannot be fixed. This is permanent and hopefully, they will be able to raise the baby and give the child a loving, stable upbringing the child deserves. Some moms are strong and capable of walking this rocky road of single parenting alone. If they are sensible, they will not make further mistakes in their lives and may even meet ...
The Secret Ingredient
Author’s Note Some may recognise the reluctant astronaut Tabitha Delaney from my earlier stories “Mission Improbable” and “A Second Sleep”. But I hope this story also works as a stand-alone!Tabitha had learnt to be adaptable. She’d had little choice in the matter. When the mission to the moon that she’d never wanted to go in had turned into a mission to Saturn, she had found wells of stoicism that took her by surprise, and when it turned out that the so-called mission to Saturn was a trick to use her as a breeding machine for aliens she had discovered, before she slipped back into her drugged...
The Return to Innocence
Most children—and in fact, most adults—were fearful of traveling too far into the woods, for no one quite knew what lie deep within. Jacob, however, had never been afraid of the long trek through the winding, barely visible paths almost completely concealed by underbrush and overgrowth. To the untrained eye, perhaps the narrow trails were nothing more than slight spots where sunlight never shone, but Jacob knew better. He had visited these woods several times in his youth. As he had grown olwww.onedoor.ccder, though, he had lost interest in the trip, and had not journeyed within for years.The scent of fresh...
In An Instant
You’d watched the sunrise that morning, as you did every morning, sitting beside Cassandra in the Hamic you’d built for her a few months earlier. It had been so peaceful, so calm, so ordinary. There’d been nothing about the morning to indicate that the day it gave birth to would be one full of sorrow and regret.The sky had just begun to turn pink when Cassandra had suddenly stiffened. You’d felt the change instantly, her entire body becoming taught as a bowstring, the muscles in her leg where it pressed against yours going rigid.Your gaze had shot from the sky to her face, and found it full of...