I just want to give major kudos to my editor, RogueLurker. She's a great lady, and this wouldn't be readable w/o her help. If you like this story, then give her a pat on the back when next you see her. * Dusty saw Deb coming across the quad, and gave a little wave. Deborah, actually, but she hated that, insisted that people call her Deb. In her opinion De...
Chapter 2: The Captain's Tale This is written with thanks to Vikinglass23 who asked for the story of the Captain and First Mate. ©Pelaam, February 2008. * The Mediterranean night air was warm and balmy. The 'Ocean Gypsy' sailed on a calm sea as she headed for her next port, the moon making the ocean a thing of silver and black. Her Captain walked her upp...
Everyone depicted in the story is over 18. All the characters are fictional; if you think you recognize yourself you're mistaken. The story is fiction is fiction of course but I hoped to capture some of the confusion and anxiety of discovering something new about yourself, especially in a small town. The story takes a dark turn. Not all first times end l...
Author's Notes: Contains violence and what could be considered blood-play. ~*~*~ He could smell the blood everywhere. The scent was so strong that it seemed to cling to everything in the large building as he hurried up the stairs, taking two or three at a time before he burst into the room, nearly pulling the door from it's frame and hinges with the force...
PAYBACK FOR DAD Ancient Cures for Modern Problems PART ONE Tim's mouth dropped open. A ghost! A man in white chino pants and a new red Hecadock Junior College sweatshirt yelled instructions to students on the tennis court. He was about forty, six-foot-two, powerful build, blond hair, crewcut. Dad! It's Dad! Where in hell did he-- Tim shut his mouth. Get...
Chapter 37: Boundaries Merrick sighs as his gills wavered on the sides of his head. It's been 25 suns since his captivity. It's almost been a whole moon since he's seen Adam's wonderful face... After the first while Merrick was here, he felt as if he can't trust a single human in this place – Nigel especially. It's not like that man is entirely bad. Mer...
Stefan almost had me that warm afternoon in the summer pavilion of the Eisler country house in the Vienna Woods. We had played two sets of tennis, stripped down to our shorts in the unusual August heat on the mountainside above Vienna, and I knew by the way he looked at me that he wanted me. And, truth be told, I think I wanted him as well. I'd always had th...
Hey all, This is my very first attempt at posting a story of my very own, even though I've been following this site and reading submissions since around 2007. I don't have an editor so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors. Also the story was written in dribs and drabs over 4 weeks so it might have some consistency errors. Its kind of a love stor...
Sighing as I walked through the woods I realised there was a deathly calm feeling about the night that was unnerving to me. Whenever the woods where this quiet and calm it meant something was coming and that something was usually trouble. As I walked closer and closer to the ancient tree of our world it began to take shape, it took the shape of a young woman...
Thanks again to Krista and Melanie. *** I woke up with the feeling of being watched, and when I opened my eyes I saw why. There had been some moving around during the night, people getting up to use the bathroom or just changing positions or whatever, and as I awoke both of the girls were on my right side, Liz half on top of me. Ruth was looking over Liz's...