This is a description of what a Cat 3 hurricane is like for people who have never been through a hurricane: Sustained winds of 111 mph with gusts of up to 130 mph, some structural damage to small residences and utility buildings, with a minor amount of curtain wall, outside walls, failures. Mobile homes are destroyed. Flooding near the coast destroys smaller...
The room was spinning. So many faces crowded around him, voices buzzed and his head was pounding. It was all so much but he didn't complain, he couldn't, his throat was so raw it hurt to talk, hell it hurt to breathe. The nurse had come in and with the help of Rick, had raised the head of the bed and propped him up against the pillows. They were trying to m...
When Samuel got the text from his girlfriend Angelica he could tell that she was freaked out. She was at a downtown loft that she had rented out for the day for a photo-set assignment. She'd been hired on by a magazine she often did smaller pieces for, on this time for something a bit more grand. Angelica Quaid was just coming up in the adult erotica magaz...
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Let me first introduce myself. My name is Marcus Sinclair McManus. I am twenty-five years old, single and I live in Los Angeles. I work in advertising for a relatively small, but very successful and profitable agency called Sinclair McManus, which I also happen to own. I became the sole owner of this agency, founded by my parents Andrew McManus and Jennifer...
BRITNEY SPEARS NUDE! I roll my eyes as I begin deleting the junkmail from my inbox. I absently push a few loose hairs behind my ear to join the millions of others that were unwashed, itchy and annoying. There are supposed to be hundreds of feedback emails in here. Hundreds of meaningless screen names that have observed my artwork and want to tell me how wo...
Author's Note: A story I've had in my mind for a while now. Shouldn't be more than 3 chapters. Also, this is a little darker in emotions than what I normally write...I think, lol. No sex this chapter. That's to come in chapter 2 which is already 95% complete. Hope you enjoy! As always, comments and feedback appreciated. * January 15, 2011 Growing up, Ju...
The Master came home from the slave market carrying a small cage. He carried it with ease, as if it wasn't heavy. He took it into the most secure cell in the house. This cell was completely soundproof. It was solid steel all the way around, protected by three steel doors, each with a different locking mechanism. There were cameras linked to a main room whi...
Kochei, born Kochyeva Ilyavich Moskva let the sens rush over his skin. Yeah, he was a battle servant, a very good one, five assassinations to his name, and countless kills over that. In this place, though, he let the gold reflectors in his eyes shine and smiled down at the little human grinding against his crotch. "You want?" He grabbed her jaw in his inhum...
Hi! This is my first time in writing fictional story. I'm sorry if I have a lot of grammars and wrong term I used here, because English is not my main language but I'm trying to hone it by wiring story in English form. If you want to be my editor, feel free to send me an e-mail ^_^ -Jer "What?" I snapped at Laurence. Frowning at me while putting a bill o...