The Lighthouse: A Tom Hardy FanFiction

"So, then you are who I think you are?" I ask. He pulls the scarf down again to expose his mouth and gives me a wry smile. "Depends on who it is you think I am, I suppose." His face gives nothing away but there's a twinkle in his eye. I bite my lip feeling shy all of a sudden. "Um, I'm Francesca. My friends call...

The Persistence of Memory

A married writer begins a passionate and destructive affair with a tortured artist, not knowing he has loved her since they met thirteen years ago. ***** Eloise Airens sat as a model for an art class thirteen years ago, where a damaged young...