Avery sat up on the edge of the bed and looked around the empty room. He'd successfully stood with the help of a nurse and had even walked a few steps before getting too tired. He told his doctor that he had complete control of his bladder and the feeling in his lower regions had begun to come back so he could tell when he had to go. After much argument back...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While each chapter is a story in its own right, you will probably enjoy this episode much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-6 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. This is the final chapter in this series, but not of the story overall. The story will continue with...
The MP Bitch Big military cop learns the Army way to protect and serve It all started with Kowalski in 1968, a year before I retired from the Army. One of the men in Sergeant First-Class Kowalski's platoon sent an anonymous note to the Military Police (the MPs) that he was a drug user, and as the senior MP detective, I got the order to shadow SFC Kowalsk...
Hey everyone! Back here with the third episode. This one took a lot of time to write, and it is a lengthy one. Just hope you all enjoy it. * Episode 3 In the Kingdom of Light, far away from the material plane, White opened his eyes awakening from a deep slumber. He was immediately surprised at the form of a woman angel bending over his body as he lay. Fri...
I don't understand what there is about me that makes strange men think they can do or say anything at all and I won't object, protest or complain. It's almost as though I have the word "SUBMISSIVE" stamped on my forehead. So I was sitting at the bar in an expensive downtown San Francisco hotel sipping a Mai Tai when this old guy sat directly beside me even...
New readers – don't start here! This is chapter six of Pony Boy. My apologies for the long wait. It won't make too much sense unless you've read the rest so, if you're new to this story then I strongly recommend you find chapter one and start there. Usual stuff – we're all fictional and over eighteen. ******* I didn't move, I couldn't move, nor could I...
I woke from a nightmare, finding myself wound up tight in the sheets-- one of those bad dreams where your own cries wake you. Les knocked at my door, asking if I was all right. I kicked the sheets, uncoiling my body, and told him I was fine. "To see the world in a grain of sand," I said to myself. I knew what that meant now. William Blake was right. God a...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorr...
Chapter 67: Homecoming Arnaav quivers as he holds onto the Capricorn, on his own. His little heart is going insane in his chest, beating a mile a minute as they move through the ocean. He shouldn't be doing this. The mark on his left chest symbolizes his betrayal, why would they insist that he leaves? What if something happens? What are they going to do on...
*Normally I get the idea for one of my stories from a show, a movie, a book, or a game. The Bottom Tier series was influenced by 'The Windup Girl', Alone at the End of the World was influenced by 'The Walking Dead'. Slave Boy=Skyrim, Eyes Like Winona=Twist, etc. This is the first time however, that I got a story idea from a session of D&D. This is a one-sho...