Kurt Yarley, one of my best friends, owned a landscaping company and seven years ago, he'd roped Aaron, Drew, and myself into playing baseball—just a group of buddies playing ball and the rest is history. We had a fairly well stacked team and usually ended up with the Championship Title, which was nothing more than bragging rights, but we were totally fine w...
The following is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission. This is my first attempt at writing. I would appreciate feedback on what you think of the story, but please keep it constructive. I have a fragil...
(Authors Note: This is the 9th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03,04,05. When I started writing the brownstone Scott was the first character I developed, as I wrote more I realized I needed to give Michael a back story...then Charles...then Cecil. As always I hope you are enjoying...
Quick thanks to Domi for looking this over and thanks to Tat for reading as usual. Sorry about the spaced out postings, but life has been extremely busy as of late, and I haven't had as much time to devote to writing as I would like. In between postings, check out my blog for another story I've been working on. The link can be found on my profile. Thanks~...
And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go... Something there is that doesn't love a wall... --Robert Frost, from Mending Wall. Part Two We were making love. Tess rode me gently and I smiled up at her and softly stroked her breast. "This is what it's about, Max," she whispered, "this...
Hey, sorry this chapter has taken so long. Life inevitably got in the way of this one, I'm afraid. I do hope you enjoy it though and it's what you've hoped for. ~~~*~~~ "Oh God...Ares...we should stop..." "We should but we won't." I've got him pinned against the mirror, arms around my shoulders, legs wrapped around my waist; face a myriad of unspent ecs...
not another werewolf story! I follow at a guarded distance the man who just saved my life, unsure of how much I can trust him not to take it later. He walks briskly, taking great strides with labored ease. He maneuvers the night as if it's day, lumbering about the backwoods like he doesn't feel the roots and bumps underneath. His manner disgusts me but his...
Note to readers: We're just going to take a second here and thank Stella_Omega for her invaluable assistance in clearing the trees of undergrowth so that we could see the right path through the forest of possibilities. She truly is a valuable friend to have on your side. We'd also like to thank adetaildiva for her assistance in getting these last four chapte...
~One~ The white, ethereal mare ran at break neck speed along the wide cobbled road that led to the elf city, hidden from the prying eyes of the world by powerful enchantments. It almost seemed to take flight for a few moments as it passed over the crest of a small stone bridge that arched over the flowing crystal clear waters of a small creek that no one ha...
II: Cowboys and Tuxedos. Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 1998. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as Animal360). Any duplication, in wh...