Samantha slid over the edge of the boat and into the warm blue water; she just wanted to get to a safe place and away from this boat. She didn't know what had happened. She had awakened with a gash on her head aboard this small sailboat, and it was stuck in the sand, on what looks like a tropical Island. But she didn't know where, she couldn't remember anything not even her own name. Although, she had a terrible feeling that she wasn't alone and that she needed to run and hide.

It was late in the evening on a Friday after work and I was so mentally drained from all the overtime I've put in this week, helping the new President of the company catch on to everything he needs to know. When I'm upset I talk to myself, therefore being distracted with my own conversation I dropped my guard. So I didn't see the big man until he grabbed me and dragged me towards the darkness of the alley. I tried to scream for help but he covered my mouth with his huge calloused hands. And I feared he was going to kill me at that very moment.

I was born in the early 50s, the second child of seven in Madera Ca. We were a poor family and moved around a lot following the fruit or we picked cotton in Oklahoma and Texas. I didn't start to write until later in my life, however I've always made up stories in my head for my own entertainment and to share with others. My husband encouraged me to write down one of my story so I tried it and the stories came along so easy. I'm having such fun writing Poems and short stories and now even a few novels. I live in a small town outside of Salem Oregon and I'm married to a wonderful man; he's a...