Figuratively speaking Jude Brubaker sat on her favourite sofa, except her whole body was stiff and though seated her legs […]
The young man felt the physical stirring in his loins and was shockingly aware of the movement in his jeans. His right hand automatically dropped to his lap.
Jude knew the creeping crawling feeling on her skin and she knew why there were tears in her eyes. Fear of the unknown? Fear of dying even?
Death of a Friend Present Day. May Brubaker settled to her knees and crouched down below the wall’s top line […]
This is a novel I wrote some four years ago. I’m publishing the first few chapters here just to see […]