Stories by Claudia

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The Fey .: Chapter Thirty-One :.

September 11th, 2009 · No Comments

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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
A half hour later
October 12 – 10 A.M.
North Denver, Colorado

When Alex came to herself, she was sitting in a chair with four men standing around her. Wrapped in rope, her hands were tied to her sides and she was tied to a chair. She wasn’t sure what released her from the [...]

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The Fey .: Chapter Thirty :.

September 4th, 2009 · No Comments

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CHAPTER THIRTY
Five hours later
October 8 – 6:30 P.M.
Near downtown Denver, Colorado

“Would you like some more?” John asked. He held a bottle of Cristal champagne.
Alex rolled onto her stomach and held her glass out. They were laying, naked, wrapped around each other in a tiny CIA owned boutique hotel room near downtown Denver. After [...]

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The Driver

April 4th, 2008 · 1 Comment

The Driver
(Originally published as a five part serial in March and April, 2008)
Vince Hutchins is in love with his boss’s Saturday night escort. Or so he thinks. This story twists and turns until we learn what drove them apart and if they can begin again.
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Flash Fiction: At the window.

January 17th, 2008 · 1 Comment

Sitting, she watched the snow drift onto a shriveled garden rose and waited.
As a child, tomorrow held sparkling promise: marriage, children, laughter, romance, wealth and she couldn’t wait!
Only one adventure to wait for now.
“Here again, Mrs. Thompson? I’ll take you to your room,” the nurse said.
Maybe death will come for me tomorrow.
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Flash Fiction : My Day

December 8th, 2007 · 1 Comment

“She’ll laugh.”
Turning into their driveway, his heart raced with anticipation. He shifted the bouquet of roses to open the door.
She waited for him behind the door then fell into his arms. In her scent and sensation, he forgot his funny story and buried his face in her chestnut hair.
“My day? Nothing exciting.”
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