This is a short story about Mary Jackson, little sister to Rick Jackson of The Richard Jackson Saga. We learn about some of her trials and tribulations growing up in the Jackson household
Terry grew up in the wine country of Sonoma County, California. He fell in love with Annie, the girl from the next vineyard over,and they pledged to live their lives together. Life can be sweet but sometimes there can be storms. Join them in their search for love and happiness.
A story in the A Thousand Years of Peace! Universe
We have been promised a thousand years of peace. We have also been told of a comforter. Where are we going to find this comforter? When are they going to show up? And how can one man or woman make a difference in this world? Really good questions. We have all had many tests with questions in our lives. I find it difficult to answer those questions from outside sources. I have still walked the path and asked the same questions from my inner sources. This is what has come to my mind.
A Story of the Am'mortal
Following a protracted war, an island switches hands from one race to another. As the new owners take over, the island seems to come with some oddities, including a story about a shipwrecked man of the new owners' race. One problem: they know this man does not exactly match their description. So the story soon turns into a popular and well-liked legend, especially to a bright-eyed young farm girl gaining reknown as a huntress. Can she find the "Wild Man" on her latest trip into the wilderness?
The King names her Princess for a Day. The day of Apriltide - the Rite of Spring. She reigns freely. "FREE REIGN" is a play on words invented on SOL by an uncelebrated poet alluding to the real idiom, "FREE REIN" which is based on controlling a deer or a horse. See also, Free Rein! on FineStories.com. As I said, free reign does not exist... until today, when I found free reign the only apt expression.
In a grim future, the Loggin Folk have always scraped by. Now hunted by a terrible foe, they flee into the mountains that they know better than anyone else. They have no modern weapons, no transport, little food. They’re down to eating tree bark for most meals but still managing to move the tribe. No worries, the Loggin Folk have never been totally out of food. They have their PickaNick basket. There’s food in it.
A Story in the Choices Universe
A young man, blundering around and trying to understand the implications of the curve ball, that life has thrown his way.
A Story in the Spider and Fly Universe
The second story of the pair, although really the first (go figure?). Both these tales developed out of one basic idea, that's been kicking around in my head for some considerable time now. I had almost completed writing this one when the idea for "that scene" jumped into my head and that dictated the second scenario. There was just no-way that I couldn't write it!