Angela Denise Fortner Roberts
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I have been writing since I was nine years old. My favorite subjects include historical romance, contemporary romance, and horror.
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Holocaust Hope
Roger rented two rooms, one for himself and Yuri and the other for Erika. Yuri was profoundly relieved that he wouldn't have to battle the desire that had welled inside him ever since he and Erika had begun sharing a bed. Erika wondered how on earth Roger could afford it, as he didn't look particularly wealthy to her.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
Holocaust Rescue
January 27, 1945 The explosion shocked Erika awake. She gasped as she stared into the blackness. The other inmates stirred, talking to one another, raising their voices. Someone's elbow poked her in the side, but she hardly felt it. She'd long ago grown accustomed to not having enough room to turn over.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
Amnesia
The man and his surviving children were still barely clinging to life when I left work much later. I wondered whether they'd still be alive when I returned the following day. I couldn't get them off my mind as I drove home. I was almost there when I suddenly remembered I'd forgotten to call Alexei and tell him I'd be working late.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
Surrogate Father
"Come on in, Jana." Mom smiled warmly at her. "Good to see you again. Would you like something to eat? There's plenty." "No, thanks. I was just wondering if Aidan was busy, and I see that he is, so I'll just come back another time."
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
"Oh, no!" I gasped. "Do you want me to call the doctor?" "No," he said. "It's just the flu. It's been going around the station. A couple of the other guys have had it, too. I'll just rest for awhile. I'll be fine." He headed for the bedroom. Just then, Montana came running from the opposite direction and crashed right into him.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
Karma
Montana did have more success in keeping his second plant alive. We kept it a secret from the rest of the cub scout den, of course, and none of them ever knew the difference. When Montana won an award for having the healthiest looking plant, I felt a tad guilty but still didn't say anything.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
Innocence Surrendered
They'd gone to watch Cindy cheer for another football game and then gone parking afterwards. They were necking in the back seat of Ilya's car, and Jan could feel the hardness against her thigh again, but she didn't shy away from it this time.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Filthy
The Color Of Love II
Andre hung from a rope tied to a tree's branch, a noose around his neck. His hands twitched spasmodically, a reflex reaction to the recent severing of his spinal cord. His otherwise limp, still body swayed to and fro in the slight breeze, his toes pointing downward. Several men on horseback rode around hooting and jeering, shaking their fists in exultation. I knew they were the same men who'd burned the cross in our front yard, although they hadn't even bothered to disguise themselves this time. Unable to move, nor even scream, I gasped in horror...
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
The Color Of Love
It was the cacophony, the loud whooping and jeering, that awakened me. It was then I saw the glowing yellow light through the curtains. I pushed them aside and gasped when I realized its origin - a wooden cross had been set ablaze.
By Angela Denise Fortner Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
