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Window Of Opportunity: Hitler's Secret Return
Kelsey Discovers a hidden nightmare Kelsey Jill Paterson 35 years old, gym assistant living in a quiet urban neighbourhood inNew York City. Part of the low end working class she struggles to make ends meet and to keep the roof over her head. She never misses a day of work, volunteers for overtime hours, and is very loyal to her boss. She has a petite build, long reddish hair, nerdy looking, but wirey, and sinewy and can kick any guys butt if it comes to that. After one stressful day at the gym she comes home to her one cat that is lounging on the sofa, and barely acknowledges her arrival. She ...
Window on the World
Window On The World byISSY JINARMO(Pen name for writing trio –Narelle Noppert,Jill Baggett and www.onedoor.ccMaureen Kelly OAM)Martin looked at the streetscape from his fourth floor window. The city was asleep and the fog settling in, wrapping itself sensuously around lampposts and blurring the few passers by as they hurried to their rendezvous and midnight assignations. Their blurred headlights showed drivers were jostling for places to park in the back streets and laneways.A window on the world, but a world he planned to change before this night was over. He felt the holster securely against his chest, gu...
Bhang! Snake Eyes
CW {Drug use, Sexual themes, Prostitution, Violence, Offensive Language}Karnack tapped the crystals out of the little zip-lock bag, onto the shiny, reflective stainless steel plate. Pulling his dagger from the top of a worn and crumpled leather boot, he used the flat side of the razor-sharp blade to crush the rocks back into powder form. Tucking a long shock of dark hair behind his ear allowed him to get close and inspect the product.“I've got a pipe. Are you sure you don't just want to light up?”“Oh lord no, I don't smoke.” Brilliant blue irises lit up her youthful face like sunlight through ...
Window of Life
Windows of Life Susan W. HudsonThe train is not moving, I am. It’s like a magic carpet ride. I am facing the window. The floor beneath me is moving forward, passing window after window. My feet are somehow fastened to the floor.The view out the window is of lovely countryside: trees, hills, ponds, flowers, and cows. The floor slows and the window discloses a different view. It is a window into a small town post World War II hospital nursery. The lighting is dim, though it is a sunny morning. A short, small, handsome, blue-eyed man is there searching for the boy he so desperately wants.There ...