Jenny was 21 years old. She was born in the hills of West Virginia to parents who believed there was only one way of being brought up; their way. She had been taught at home, learning from the books that her mother thought she would benefit from.

Jenny had two older brothers who worked outside the home. She saw them mainly at dinner time or on weekends when they were not out with their friends. Jenny’s parents believed that a good, clean woman was the only way to snag a God-fearing man.

It was on this day that Jenny turned 21. A party consisted of everyone being at the table promptly at 6pm, with dessert consisting of a hand-made birthday cake made of chocolate and a whipped frosting.

There were no candles nor songs to be sung. One by one, each family member presented their gift to Jenny. With no laughter in the air, Jenny would carefully open the gift and say a proper thank-you.

After retiring from dinner, Jenny and her mother would clear the table, scrape the dishes, wash, dry and put away for the next meal. The men of the family went outdoors. It was a good way to escape the twisted thoughts of their mother.

The two sons, Luke and Larry, loved their mother. They felt a sense of pity towards her and tried very hard to bite their tongues with their own thoughts. The story was spoken many years ago when their father had no choice but to sit the young boys down and tell them parts of the truth.

John had met Mary at a local dance one evening. She was so pretty. Her tiny waist and long, slender legs and her hair done up so tidy, every curl in its place. She had no problem filling up her dance card and John wanted to take up one more mark on the list.

One deep dimple on each side of her beautiful smile lured John into believing she was going to be his wife one day. Waiting his turn to stroll her on the dance floor and then watching her walk towards him with her graceful steps, he stood and bowed, took her hand and whisked her to the next sound of music.

The Last Waltz was being played by the group of five men playing their instruments. The lights were turned down low and the sparkle of  her eyes so close to his stood out. He pulled her closer to him, smelling her alluring perfume. A dance  he never wanted to end, finished within a few moments. He thanked her and she smiled into his eyes. He hoped for one more dance with her.

He gave her to the arms of another gentleman and walked over to the refreshment table. Pouring himself a cup of red punch, he sipped it while watching the couple dance with yearning eyes.

The music ended, the band took a break. Mary walked towards the exit doors, needing a breath of fresh air. She wandered out amongst the flowing weeping willow trees. Standing alone looking up at the twinkling stars she made a wish on one of the brightest lights that this night may never end.

She hadn’t noticed the footsteps  nearing her. She didn’t feel the large hand cover her mouth as she was turned towards a tall gentleman she had not been introduced to. He placed one of his arms around her waist and pulled her in the direction he wanted her to go.

Away from the chatter and the glittery lights he forced her to the ground. His hands tore at her buttons while his whiskers left red marks on her neck. With his mouth he forced hers  open and sucked up her innocent juices while his dirty hands found their way up her stockings. His fingers tore at her panties and with a force she had never known before he plucked her innocence.

He stood up not offering to help her and as he zipped his pants he said, ” If you say one word Jenny, I will kill your parents and then kill you.” With the words echoing in her head, he turned abruptly and ran into the darkness.

Mary laid there trying to grasp what had just happened to her. She began to weep as she started  to regain her composure. She shook as she stood up. She pulled at her buttons on her blouse trying to cover up the dirty hands that had been placed there.

She tugged  at her skirt, straightening it up as good as she could. As she started to walk, sharp pains struck her in her most forbidden area. The pain described harshness and force that had been pushed upon her.

She did her best to over look how she felt. She needed to escape. She didn’t want anyone to see her this way. This would be her secret to bare for the rest of her life. She could not say a word for fear of her parents being killed.


Chapter 1, Introduction

Have you ever felt like you have just been run over by a ton of bricks? Or maybe you  just had enough and you don’t want to get out of bed; even when the sun is shining.

This is how Mary felt as  her alarm clock went off. Hitting the snooze button three times, she wanted to throw it across the room but instead sat up and turned the alarm off. Running her hands through her tasselled hair, her first thoughts were, life sucks.

For seven years she had been in a relationship with Brian. Seven, sometimes long years were actually the best years she had experienced. Brian was a computer tech over at the local college.

She had met him when she had went to the office requiring assistance with getting a computer program to work. She couldn’t take her eyes off of those big baby-blues. His smile showed perfect, straight teeth.

After spending some time getting her answers, she turned to leave and then looked back saying, ” See you later.” His question that followed started their relationship. ” How about after your last class tomorrow?”

She remembered so well telling him, sure, and before long the two were an item. She learned that Tommy had graduated college the year before and had received a job offer from the same place  she attended, White’s College.

His parents were both white-collar workers and Brian had told her he had wanted more out of his life. Someday he wanted a business of his own, repairing computers for big businesses.

He explained his shyness in school. Pimpled-faced, braces on his teeth, not really any girlfriends to mention. He laughed as he said, ” I must have been a late bloomer because one morning I woke up, and everything seemed different. The braces were gone, the pimples disappeared. I felt different and I sure looked different.”

Mary had been so proud of him for going after his dreams. She had thrown both of her arms around him and planted a kiss on his lips. She in turn told him a little about herself.

” Nothing really special, middle child growing up. I always seemed to be in charge of things at home. My parents both worked. I did alright in school, but  in  junior year, my thoughts began to change and I knew I could do better.”

Brian and Mary dated throughout the rest of her schooling. Upon graduation the two talked about marriage; but made no real plans. Mary was content with this. She was planning on working as a nurse and wanted to return to college to get further her degree.

Friday nights was date night. Sometimes they went out to eat and to a movie. Other times they walked through the mall. They had dinner with both sets of parents. Life couldn’t be any better than this.

Photo Fiction; 500 Years Later

Each week, a photo is uploaded to be used as a prompt for Flash Fiction. A story of between 100-200 words (although mine this week is 243 words). The story can be anything including poetry or – as some people have done – true life. If you would like to have a go, follow this link. If you want to read other stories, then click on the InLinkz image just below. Or a frog as one blogger called it.

My story is the culmination of an ongoing saga. If you wish to read this in its entirety, click on the link above – Fiction –> Photo Fiction: Daniel’s Story

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500 years later this is what is left. It used to be a beautiful lake. But dry air and hot sun left nothing but a pool of water. It saddens me that this earth was made in the beginning to fulfill our every need.

But because of pollution and ozone layer problems  we have shrinking problems. Animals work hard to stay alive. Instead of remaining in their natural habitat, deer, possum, skunks and snakes roam a way from their territory and come into residential neighborhoods.

Trying to survive, finding food and drink has become master over their day.

Daily Prompt; Opposite Day,DP, Daily Prompt

If you normally write non-fiction, post a photo. If you normally post images, write fiction. If you normally write fiction, write a poem. If you normally write poetry, draw a picture.

(New) photographers, artists, poets: show us OPPOSITE.

I tend to do a little of each of the topic above, and so for today I will write or create a new poem.

My day starts at seven

I leave my bed of heaven

I rise and get up Al

You know he is my pal

I fix breakfast for him

And drink my coffee and grin

For today is a brand new day

Hoping things really go ok

Get Al dressed and on the bus

Wish I could forget the house, the fuss

But I can’t ignore the mess

I really do confess

I clean until it shines

Hang up clothes upon the line

Looking at the clock

Oh my I so forgot

I need to eat my meal

So I take a banana and peel

And have one more coffee to go

Where has the time gone, I don’t know

It is after lunch

And I am tired a bunch

Time to think of dinner

Better pick a winner

So Al will eat it all

And not get weaker and fall

I am just going to take a bit for me

Sit at the table sipping tea

Time to get cracking

Don’t want my skills to be lacking

Dinner almost ready

Don’t falter always be steady

For here is the bus with Al inside

Taking him up the ramp holding the door wide

We are safely inside for the night

Al looks at the table with delight

We sit down and say our grace

And then we dig in filling our face

God stayed with us each today

Both of us remained out of harm’s way

Now tucking Al in his bed for the night

I fall in my bed and wish all a  goodnight.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


Daily Prompt;Elevator

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Fiction writers: You’re stuck in an elevator with an intriguing stranger. Write this scene.

Non-fiction writers: You’re stuck in an elevator with a person from your past. Write this scene.

It had been a rotten day all around. In my office there are several more women than men who work with me. We are all in tiny cubicles. Each of us have tried to make our little place in the world our own.

Some were decorated with family photos and others were pictures of pets. Some had bobble heads, while others held flowers. The day didn’t start off right.

I ran a big run in my panty hose. I was already running late so I couldn’t go back home to change. Of course I don’t keep spares in my purse. The copier machine got jammed on some very important documents that I was trying to run off for my boss. He had a meeting in less than a half an hour.

I had gone off from home without my brown bag lunch. When I realized it, I cussed under my breath because it was the day before pay-day, and I was flat broke. I should have just stayed home, called in sick, and slept the day a way.

But oh no, I am one of those who has to try to do everything right and do it with a smile. There are many single women on my floor, and most of the men were married. But there was one, just one who always caught my eye.

He had dark well-kept hair. His clothes always looked like he had worn them for the very first time. A few times we left the office at the same time and his cologne lingered in my nostrils for a few days.

He was too high-class for me, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t take a peek at him when the opportunity arose. This was one of those days, but instead of trying to get him to notice, I was lagging behind and trying to hide among the women on the elevator.

I felt like crap, my hair was frizzy from the stupid rain that wouldn’t seem to quit. One would think by looking at me today, I was just a nut case confused about which direction to take in life.

Several of us stood in the elevator and floor by floor people got off, until we finally reached the first floor. I stayed behind. I didn’t want to be noticed. I would ride this darn thing until I knew he was out of sight.

I inhaled deep as everyone was now off. The doors shut and then before it could rise, the doors reopened. In stepped the man I was trying to hide from. We looked at each other and I quickly tore my glance a way from him.

My face flushed as I knew the sight I was leaving his memory with. He spoke,”I had to get back on when I saw you did not get off. I have always wondered your name, and if I may be so bold, I would like to know if you are attached to anyone.”

I turned my head towards him and looked into the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. My stomach started to feel hot and my knees felt like they could not hold me up any longer. I slipped down for just a quick second and my legs instantly erected me once again.

He thinking I was going to fall reached out and grabbed a hold of me. His arms holding on to my waist. I looked into his eyes. Feelings of desire buried between my womanhood rose quickly.

He didn’t let go but instead pushed the correct button on the door, forcing the doors to remain closed. He took off his jacket and laid it on the floor. He could feel the heat radiating from me as he gently sat down and pulled me to him.

“You are so beautiful my Cherie. I have desired you for many months. Would you mind?” There were no more words spoken between the two of us. As he crushed my lips with his, his fingers pulled my hair back forcing my neck to be exposed to his nibbles.

Lowering his hands down my leg I felt strength and warmth coming from the two of us. He stuck his fingers through my panty hose and tore them. He ripped them until what he desired was free for  him to roam.

I don’t know how much time passed. I was out of my mind with desires that came flooding up through my body like shooting fireworks. The seconds passed quickly and yet the world on the outside remained standing still.

With flesh meeting flesh the world exploded. Fireworks never seen by the naked eye continued to be shot off. Moans of joy and words of fantasy spilled out over the two of us. When it was over, we both carefully made ourselves presentable for the public.

As he placed his finger on the button to take us out of  own deep emotions, he looked at me and asked, “May I call you sometime?”

Continuing Story Part 43

Graduation day, had arrived. No more school for Dahlia. She had passed all of her classes


Dahlia (Photo credit: Sebastian Niedlich (Grabthar))

and was going to be graduating today at seven, along with all the other students. After their delicious breakfast of pancakes, they cleaned up the kitchen, and then Rachel and the ladies started to add ingredients to a bowl, to make the best-ever looking graduation cake that eyes had ever seen.

They were going to be making a white cake with lots of flowers, roses, that would surround the outer edges on the bottom of the cake, and then more roses with leaves and writing on the top of the cake.

While the ladies were busy in the kitchen baking, Drake and Ralph mowed the yard, and did some trimming around the house. They then washed the two cars and swept them out.

The smell coming from the kitchen filled your nostrils of sugar and vanilla. When the guys came in from outdoors, they wanted to help decorate the cake by licking a spoon or maybe dipping a finger in the icing. The ladies laughed, telling them to leave them alone and to leave the kitchen, so they could get their work done. The boys listened, but laughed as they were chased out of the kitchen.

When the cake was finally finished and every rose in its place, they called the men out to look at it. Everyone stood around the table eying the cake and wishing they could have at least a small bite now. Rachel went and grabbed her camera, taking a picture of everyone standing around the cake. This was a proud day for everyone inside this house.

Afterwards, the excitement started to grow as it was getting closer to the big event. The ladies got together and tried on their gowns, and compliments and suggestions were given, then they each slipped on their shoes and their gowns again, seeing how they each looked.

Each of them took turns using the bathroom, grooming themselves for the evening. After showers were done, they did each others hair and make-up. They did final inspections on each other and complimented each other on their looks.

The men didn’t do much while the ladies were getting themselves prettied up. They napped and watched television. They knew better than to try to talk to the ladies while they were in the beauty salon, part of the house.

As there was nothing much to do by this time, they realized that lunch had  been skipped, until Ralph went to the kitchen and started rummaging through the cupboards. Rachel followed behind him, and suggested soup and sandwiches, since time was slipping by.

Lunch was made quickly and everyone gathered around to eat, but no one was very hungry from the baking of the cake, where sneaking a lick of frosting happened too much. The meal didn’t last very long, and Rachel volunteered to clean the kitchen up herself, since the ladies were ready for their graduation evening. No one argued with her, and left her to her thoughts, while leaving the kitchen.

Drake and Dahlia drove over and picked up her father. She wanted her father there for the big moment of seeing his only child graduating. Her dad was ready when they arrived and with a little help, they all got back in the car and went back to their home.

At home, there were no more chores to do, the house looked good, the cake was done, the yard looked wonderful, so they spent their free time chatting with each other. Before they knew it, it was time to get ready to go to the school.

They all packed themselves in the two cars, with Ralph driving one and Drake driving the other, and soon the school was in sight, and after parking they all climbed out of the cars and then the students began to hug each other and wish them good luck. The ladies looked themselves over once again, straightening their gowns and getting fly away hairs back in their proper place.

They walked into the doors and the students made their way to the room where they were to wait to be called in to the gym, where graduation was to take place. Drake and his parents went ahead to the gym and found the closest spot they could to the front. Rachel didn’t want to miss taking any photos so she wanted as close as possible.

The gym filled up quickly with many family members and friends. Soon the music started playing in the background, and the principal of the school appeared, and said his welcome speech, and speaking about how proud he was of the graduating students this year. After his speech a lady tapped Rachel on the shoulder asking if she could sit with them, and when Rachel looked up, she saw that it was the dance instructor. Rachel said of course she could sit with them. After being seated, the teacher leaned over and whispered how proud she was of Dahlia and she had been an outstanding student, and she knew she was going to grow much in her career as a dance instructor. Rachel beamed hearing this and said a heart-felt thank you.

The music got louder and the double doors at the back opened, and one by one the students made their way down the aisle  and walked up to the stage, lining up one behind the other. The principal came to the podium once again, and giving another speech, then began to call their names one by one handing them their diplomas.

Flashes of lights were going off in every direction. Proud parents and friends were whistling and clapping. This was a huge moment in all of their lives. When the last of the line had accepted their diploma, all the students started clapping and tossing their caps in the air.

It was over, they had graduated and now the gym was full of buzz and laughter as each student was congratulated by friends, families, and teachers. Slowly the gym emptied out and the school became silent as they all went their own directions to celebrate.

Some of the students drove back to Rachel and Drakes home and for the rest of the evening. There was laughter and plenty of good spirits in the house. They had done it, they had worked hard, and it had paid off, graduation day had come, they received their diplomas and now they were ready to experience the world as a graduate.

Continuing Story Part 41

Ralph and Rachel walked back with the doctor slowly, as the anticipation of what the

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doctor was going to say. They felt an uneasiness as they followed the nurse to the doctor’s office and were shown where to sit. The nurse said the doctor would be in a few moments, and left quietly shutting the door behind her.

Ralph took hold of Rachel’s hands and with a shaky voice told her everything was going to be alright. What ever the doctor said, they could handle it with the strength of each other. The two then sat in silence waiting, and then the door opened, and the doctor came in. Ralph stood up to shake the doctor’s hand and then they both sat.

The doctor looked at them from over the top of his wire rimmed glasses and said, it doesn’t look good. I have here the test results of what we have run, and as you can see here, the cancer has taken over his entire brain hemispheres.

Rachel at once began to cry and the doctor offered her the box of kleenex. She dabbed at her eyes as the doctor continued on. He said, there is nothing more we can do, and we do not want to release him at this point. I believe he would be more comfortable here in the hospital.

Ralph asked the doctor, are you sure there isn’t something you haven’t tried yet? Maybe a new drug, or a surgery? The doctor shook his head back and forth, and said, son, I am afraid we are going to have to leave the healing in God’s hands. No one has ever been able to perform the type of brain surgery that it would require to remove the cancer. The chances of death or total vegetarian state would be very risky.

The doctor let Rachel and Ralph weep in each others arms, and then he asked if there was any questions they had, and being ignored by the two, the doctor stood up and walked softly out the door, closing the door behind him.

Ralph and Rachel remained in the room for some time. After no more tears could be cried at the moment, they released each other, and dried eyes, and blew noses, and sat taking deep breaths, and each wondering how they were ever going to tell the others this terrible news. Their son was dying, he was going to die right here in the hospital.

Before another crying episode broke out, they dried their eyes once more, and the two then stood up and walked out the door to the nurses station. The nurse asked if she could be of assistance, and Ralph asked if they could see their son, and the nurse said of course, and pointed them in the direction of Drew’s room.

Upon entering the room, and seeing the monitors, and all the tubing running out of Drew’s body, Rachel started to cry again. Ralph told her to please save it for later, or leave the room and come back. He was sure that Drew could hear her. She understood, and sucked in her tears.

The two of them walked up to his bed, and looking down at the lifeless body, Rachel spoke to him in a loving mother’s voice. Drew, I am here, it is your mom, can you hear me? She searched his face for some acknowledgement that he had heard, but found nothing.

She rubbed his arm and touched each of his fingers, as if this was the very first time she had ever laid eyes on him, remembering back to when he was just born, and she was counting fingers and toes. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. All the while, Ralph standing behind his wife, not wanting to move a muscle, in fear that he would break down right here in the room. All he could think of was, my son, my son, I don’t want to lose you, I don’t like seeing you this way. A tear slipped down his face, and he turned away wiping it quickly, so that his wife would not see it.

The two stood on the side of the bed, until the nurse came in to check his vitals and to give  him some more medication for pain through his IV. Ralph took Rachel’s arm, and said let’s go. We need to let the others know what is happening. I am sure they are worried now as they have not heard from us.

The nurse glanced at them and told them they could come back in a little while, and the two nodded and hand in hand they left the room of their dying son. They walked down the corridor , down another hallway, and then out the double doors into the lobby where all of the others were waiting restlessly.

One look at their faces, told everyone that this was not good news. They all stood up and gathered in a group, then a receptionist came over to them and offered to show them where the hospital chapel was, and they followed her with no hesitation.

Once, they were all seated in the privacy of the room, Ralph stood up and went to the pulpit and looked over at each person.This was his family, and he loved each one of them. How God had been good to him and Rachel, and now he had to speak, as everyone sitting was waiting for the news.

He coughed from nerves and began to open his mouth, and at first nothing would come out, only tears began to flood his cheeks, and his wife came up to him and wrapped her arm around him and looked at everyone and said, it is not good news. The cancer has spread over Drew’s entire brain, and the doctor says there is nothing more to be done, but pray and wait.

You could hear a pin drop, the room became so silent, as everyone was trying to digest the information just given to them. Dahlia asked, are you saying he is dying? and Rachel shook her head in affirmation. Drake laid his head against Dahlia’s shoulders and wept. She wrapped her arms around him, giving him comfort. In between the sobs she could hear Drake crying out, my brother, my brother.

Each of them found themselves clinging to each other, and tears were being let loose, and God was reaching out drawing them all into his arms, bringing an understanding to each of them that they were going to lose their son, brother and good friend.

All of them sat back down and held hands in a circle, and Ralph began to pray to the heavenly father, asking him to watch over his son, and then one by one added their own request. More weeping was done and then silence fell over the room, as the touch of God’s arms wrapped around them was bringing them a peace they needed so badly at this moment.

As minutes ticked by, crying stopped and you could hear small gasping breaths from some, and others were trying to pull themselves back together. Sue spoke then, asking if they were allowed to see Drew, and Ralph said yes.

Each of the members of this group, stood up and said that they also would like to see Drew. They all walked out of the chapel door and back to the lobby, where others were sitting and now wondering what these people had been told that their faces were so forlorn.

Ralph walked up to the receptionist and said that they would all like to see Drew, and she reminded him of the room number and said that only two could go in at a time, and with this two by two they each went to see Drew.