“Why is it so hard to spend some quality time with my daughter?” Mom sighed as she started the car, the familiar rumble a backdrop to her frustration. “I swear, all I wanted was a peaceful ev...
2025-04-26 19:06:34 +0000 UTC
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The Curse of the Fountain
By
Melanie Brown
Copyright © 2025
Part 17
“Bea’s been attacked? Who?...
2025-04-24 19:03:56 +0000 UTC
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Mom went to the door to greet John and Cyndy and I stayed in my room for a while longer. John was eight years older than me and had been in the Air Force for two years and married to Cyndy for over...
2025-04-24 03:02:33 +0000 UTC
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Friday finally came. Game day, as usual. Not as usual, I would be going to school in my cheerleader uniform — just like the rest of the girls in the squad on game day. So weird.
And maybe t...
2025-04-17 10:55:24 +0000 UTC
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The Magician’s Daughter
By SammyC
Chapter Two
“You yawned wide enough to ingest a large woodland creature, Lindsey,” Dad r...
2025-04-16 16:42:55 +0000 UTC
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Clothes were scattered everywhere—dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes—a total mess. I felt a wave of frustration, my stomach twisting into knots. This whole 'new look' thing was already stressing m...
2025-04-15 16:58:11 +0000 UTC
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The Curse of the Fountain
By
Melanie Brown
Copyright © 2025
Part 16
I knew he’d call, I thought ...
2025-04-12 19:45:45 +0000 UTC
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I got dressed in the clothes I had picked out before, then changed my mind and tried on something else. Long pants and I don’t really get along unless it is cold out and my part of California is ...
2025-04-09 14:57:36 +0000 UTC
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“Welcome to Sha-Wang-Ah Lodge, Mr. Ace. Good to have you back again this summer,” the cheerful young woman at the front desk announced, as my father and I checked in. “And I see you’ve brou...
2025-04-08 19:33:12 +0000 UTC
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“Don’t scream, bitch!” hissed a voice in my ear. I tried to wriggle away, but couldn’t.
“Clarry, hurry up,” said someone I couldn’t see.
“Don’t use my name, you idiot!...
2025-04-07 16:33:48 +0000 UTC
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“So, now that we know you’re a girl, I don’t think the name Carl fits you well,” Johnny said, leaning back in his chair, his brow furrowed in deep thought. I was pouring juice for him and A...
2025-04-06 20:10:47 +0000 UTC
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Maryanne presents 18 more tales of Romance, the timeless pursuit of lovers and dreamers, from new explorers in the wilderness of desires to determined conquerors of the citadels of suburbia.
2025-04-06 12:52:29 +0000 UTC
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Turns out cheerleader practice can get pretty hard, what with running and screaming and learning the cheers. And dancing! Moving with the music from Coach Debbie’s portable stereo was fun, ...
2025-04-04 04:44:31 +0000 UTC
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Part 14
He’s just a boy. I mean, come on. Why am I acting so goofy around him? I let myself get roped into this date. When did I start liking boys?&...
2025-03-24 21:24:59 +0000 UTC
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By Joyce Melton
The school day went by quickly, but first, Megan helped me repair my eye makeup. She insisted that I do the actual work while she advised. “You have to know ...
2025-03-20 17:26:39 +0000 UTC
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I'm sick with a bad cold. It's not the flu and I tested negative for Covid, so it's just a cold. And now Melanie has caught it too, but we are getting by. Today it feels like it's turning around fo...
2025-03-19 02:08:29 +0000 UTC
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Coming soon from DopplerPress, Cathy's adventures continue in her 24th book!
2025-03-17 20:38:42 +0000 UTC
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I carried clean clothes with me to the shower. My bathroom opens off the hall, so I’ve always done it that way. John, when he was still living here, would forget and have to run back to his bedro...
2025-03-15 22:51:51 +0000 UTC
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Terry had built a nice life for himself: Army veteran, city engineer, landlord, do-gooder...but then it all started to come apart.
2025-03-13 00:13:01 +0000 UTC
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“Siri, who’s calling?” I asked, glancing down at my phone.
“Ms. Hart,” Siri replied.
My eyes went wide in surprise. Ms. Hart had been my violin teacher since I was five years ...
2025-03-10 21:39:24 +0000 UTC
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Three novellas about Undercover Cops, coming soon!
2025-03-09 02:25:51 +0000 UTC
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Melanie Brown
Copyright © 2025
Part 13
As he leaned towards me, I closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch! This can’t possibly be happening to me! And why am I going to let him do i...
2025-03-08 07:54:35 +0000 UTC
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It sure was breezy out on the balcony at nearly midnight. What the heck were they selling with these pics? And what did people down below think seeing him standing there in this lace mini-dress. At...
2025-03-07 14:00:12 +0000 UTC
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“I think Debbie…uh, Coach Debbie is in her office now, Pete,” said Coach Wilson. “You can go through mine, and hers is just across the hall.”
“Okay,” I agreed. Eve...
2025-03-06 04:49:16 +0000 UTC
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We only worked a little more in the yard; it didn’t have to be perfect. The trailer would cover it all up, anyway so however much we cleared away would just have to do.
Some of the dust we ...
2025-03-04 17:32:53 +0000 UTC
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By
Melanie Brown
Copyright © 2025
Part 12
In many ways, it was like my first day all over again, except I didn’t have M...
2025-03-02 14:53:31 +0000 UTC
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I was used to locking my door back in New York, having two psycho brothers who wanted me dead, but it didn’t make me feel safe. Last night, I slept without fear of Dicky or Peter, which means tha...
2025-03-01 09:39:34 +0000 UTC
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Deputy Dan Weathers, the Oklahoma Mud Man, took his big hat off his face and glared at the Multi-Band Communication Console set into the dash of his cruiser. Most people would call it a police radi...
2025-02-27 05:26:04 +0000 UTC
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Illustration for my Space Opera poem on BigClose. :)
https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/84511/...
2025-02-25 16:56:28 +0000 UTC
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Curse of the Fountain
Melanie Brown
Copyright © 2025
Part 11
“Nell! You have a visitor!”
“Thanks, Mom!” I called as I hurried to the front door.
...
2025-02-24 21:51:37 +0000 UTC
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