A Girl for Lucian.

This story is about a man on a search for humanity’s future, well, for Lucian’s . . .

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The Gargoyle Epilogue

by Eric Anthony and A. Sylvur

The Gargoyle Part III

by Eric Anthony and A. Sylvur

There’s been a major change at TWF (The Write Fiction, Inc.), which is now TWFI (The Write Fiction Ink). Know that we (TWFI’s authors) did not stop working on stories during the change!

We’re sorry for the long delay since the last post. We have several stories to post as well as the ending to The Gargoyle. This weekend we’ll post the ending, and look for more stories to be posted.

Everyone at TWFI wishes YOU a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!

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Part 2

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Developed by A. Sylvur with C. Newbold’s Idea

This story (more like a mini book) was written for three friends, who graduated May of 2009. It will remind them of who their bf’s, bff’s, and crushes were back in high school. . . well two of them anyway.. lol.. and how much fun they had when they were doing crazy things together . . .

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As soon as they get their gift wrapped printed copies, I’ll post the rest of their story here. In the mean time . . . here’s a preview ~ Chapter One:

Chapter One

Somethings Brewing

The rain stopped by mid-afternoon, but the clouds threatened that they had more. However, visibility wasn’t an issue for the women who worked in their secret office of their beach home from Florida’s west coast. They were thankful the hurricane had veered back out to sea. One typed while the other did research. It was a team effort and knew each others strengths and weaknesses. The girls were dedicated in their task, until the sound of a car screeched to a stop in their driveway and gave them pause. As they stood up to conceal their office at a moments notice, the car door slammed shut then they heard the front door open then closed. The quick footsteps of their friend were unmistakable and they relaxed. Each turned their eyes to the door and waited. A moment later, the door opened.

“Krissy . . . Coral, you won’t believe what I heard. I mean read.” Hopee announced excitedly as she rushed in.

Coral reached for a scrunchie then pulled her long light brown hair back into a pony tail. “Hope, are you going to tell us?”

“Do you have to be so demanding?” Krissy tried not to laugh.

“Ugh! This isn’t good news.” Hopee dropped onto the sofa. “I know I always look excited, but this is bad.” She reached into her black leather purse with titanium chains for straps and pulled out a piece of a news article. “Read it if you dare.”

Not one to hesitate, Coral snatched it before Krissy could make up her mind about if she wanted to read it.

The other two waited for her to finish. As she read, she slowly sat on the sofa.

A few seconds later, she raised her beautiful hazel eyes, “Is this a joke?”

“Is it?” Hopee was hopeful.

“What is it?” Krissy was curiously frustrated.

“It,” Coral stated as she looked at the article, “is about three artifacts found in what they believe is Atlantis.” Her eyes glanced between her best friends. “The artifacts were found by members of the Atlan Agency.”

Krissy’s hand jumped up. “Whoa. What are you saying? That we missed three family treasures?”

“That’s exactly what it means, Krissy.” Hopee shook her head. “So, how are we going to get those back?”

Krissy moved and sat on the sofa next to Hopee with her hands folded on her lap. “Wait . . . if they have it, then they stole the artifacts from our home, right?”

“Yes. But they wouldn’t have stolen them if we hadn’t missed them. I told you storing them in our ancient home was a bad idea.”

“That’s not possible.” Hopee was in denial. “We’re descendants. There is no way we could have missed those three. We’re drawn to the artifacts.” She looked up and glared. “Alright, genius, I want a logical explanation. So hand it over.”

Coral was stunned. “What? Me? Krissy was the one—”

Now it all made sense and the other two glared at Krissy who raised her hands in surrender. “Whoa. I found the four items you told me to get.”

“Seven items. You were supposed to retrieve seven.”

“They don’t even sound close. Four and seven.”

“Don’t go there.” Krissy glared at Hopee.

Coral’s face fell into her hands, and after a brief, yet refreshing rub she said, “Okay,” then took a deep breath then continued, “We’ll need to hire a secretary so we can go back to work. Krissy, see if Nina is still available. Hopee, I’ll need you to create an advertisement that will grab every secretary’s eyes from thousands of miles away if she can’t and I’ll get a drink.”

“Great. We work and she drinks.”

Krissy shrugged as she went back to the computer to search for a phone number. “And we’re doing it. That’s why she’s the smart one.”

Coral laughed. “I’ll be right back. You’re not doing all the work. If you must know, I’m going to get the 411 on Atlan and do research before Hope does anything drastic like breaking and entering.”

“Ooh.” Krissy nodded.

Hopee’s eyes grew wide and insightful, “Awesome. We’ll go with that for plan B.”

“Oh great.” Krissy face turned sour. “Thanks for giving her ideas.”

Coral pointed to the doors and said, “I’m gonna go now.” As the smart one walked out the door, Hopee followed her.

Not about to be left behind, Krissy sent the info to the printer then chased after the other two.

Gathered around the bar just outside the secret office, Coral poured herself a drink then went down the few steps into the den and started up the computer. Hopee propped her laptop on her knees on the comfy white suede sofa. Krissy went to retrieve the paper from the printer before she joined them in the den. Just as she was about to sit down to make the call, their doorbell rang.

They eyed each other with the question of who would get that.

Coral rolled her eyes as she stood up. “I guess I’ll get it.”

“I thought we had a house keeper?” Krissy wondered out loud.

“I thought she had the day off.” Hopee intruded.

Just as Coral was about to enter the hallway, a tall handsome semi-tanned man with gorgeously dark hair and sexy dark eyes smiled down at her before he kissed her.

Krissy and Hopee whispered to each other. “It’s the J. Man,” then giggled.

“That’s new.” He pointed to the opened bookcase and not so well hidden door.

“Nnnoooo,” Coral shook her head slowly as she tried to quickly make an excuse to explain the bookcase that opened like a door on top of a door.

Hopee lifted her hand. “Hurricane damage last year. Still hadn’t gotten round to fixin’ it. We were just in there assessing the damage.”

“Really? We’d been dating for a long time and, well, anyway, I’m sorry to hear that. Need help closing the bookcase on top of it?” He looked down as he lifted Coral’s chin.

“That would be wonderful,” Krissy interjected, “but you two have wasted enough time in here. Get your evening started and have fun. Don’t worry about this. But we do thank you for offering. However, I already called my cousin. So, Adam will be here soon.”

Hopee forced herself not to cringe and prayed her friend wouldn’t continue talking about relatives that were dead.

As he escorted his girl out the door he asked, “How many cousins does Krissy have? I mean every time I’m here she’s naming different relations.”

“Well, with Krissy you just have to understand that she’s unusual. Unlike most people who don’t know their distant relations and therefore don’t lay claim to everyone, she does.”

“Are you trying to convince me that she knows all of her relatives?”

“It’s possible.” She stood beside him as he opened the passenger door.

“I didn’t think she was that smart.”

Coral lifted a brow. “She has talent.”

“I didn’t mean that in an insulting way. It just didn’t fit with her personality.”

“Fine. Can we talk about someone else? Oh, how about your best friend?” She smiled as she slid into the seat.

The J. Man laughed. “No. But I do apologize. Does that make you happy?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

He closed the door and shook his head as he made his way to the driver’s side. As he slid into the seat he turned toward her and asked, “Are you sure you’re not upset with me?”

“As long as it doesn’t get back to Krissy, I think I can willingly and completely forgive you.”

Quickly he leaned over and kissed her. “You’re too good to me.”

“I know.” She smiled.

Inside the house, Krissy straightened a painting and the bookcase began to close then she inquired, “Have they left yet?”

Hopee stealthily looked out the bay window. “Not yet. They’re kissing.” A moment later she added as she waved her hand behind her. “Oh, wait. They’re backing out.” She turned away from the window with a mischievous smile. “They’re outta here.”

“And so are we?” Krissy guessed.

by A. Sylvur

For those who were well acquainted with Justin Cabriny, they knew he daydreamed at the most inopportune times . . .

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