Tate was a fast runner, always had been. As a child when he had beaten in wrestling and sword play he had always excelled in running. His brothers used to mock him for it, telling him that he had been gifted by his mother's people with the art of being able to run away from a fight. It had shamed him at the time but now - He broke through the tree's leading...
“I’d still feel better if you’d let me wear my suit.” “You’d never get it on over that cast. Besides, our church is fairly casual.” He looked at Nate’s khaki Dockers’s and dark-blue pullover. “You look great, as always. You’re gonna cause me to have impure thoughts all during the service.” “You’re pretty sinful yourself in those black jeans and that white...
Anthony peered over at DeQuan from the corner of his eyes. Watching the nigga bop his head to the heavy beats booming from the speakers and whip the Caddy like shit was gravy made Anthony's blood boil. He clenched his teeth and shifted his eyes back to the road to squelch any visible sign that he was angry. Anthony fought the urge to reach over and beat DeQu...
The best hunting for lions in the Kingdom of Urartu was in the south, near the border with Assyria. This area was not the safest place to be in those years of Assyrian expansion into the region between the Caspian and Black seas, but it was where the lions were. So, when the prince of Urartu took his hunting party from the capital at Tushpa, on the Nairi Sea...
Old King Severmist of Kerastis, Aram, and Akamantis stood on a rock outcropping on the sea side of the pass through the Golden Mountains down into the rich plains of Tharsis and shook his fists in frustration and despair. For the third time in as many days the frontal assault on the High Castle of King Kleemus, his cousin and erstwhile ally, had failed. "Ho...
WARNING: This story includes extreme images intended not to shock, but as satire on the Brit-Art scene. ***** Art for Art's Sake? Sex for Sex's Sake! How did it ever get to this? It wasn't meant to be this way. There was so much more I was going to do, so much more I was going to achieve. Shooting stars they never stop. Even when they reach the top. But f...
(c) Copyright jvaughn, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Chapter Seventeen Guy was going insane. He had gallons of adrenaline running through his system and nothing to do but sit there staring at taillights. He could sense Mel. He knew, of course, that his mate was at the church, not...
Randy and Kent say good-bye after a great weekend. This chapter is mostly story. I hope you enjoy. Helpful, even negative, comments are not only welcomed but craved. Thanks as always to LarryInSeattle for trying to keep me in hand. ======= I'm rapidly cycling between happy and bummed. I'm happy because Kent is pressed against my back, morning wood nestle...
Chapter 9: Pumpkins *Author's Note: Thanks for all of the coments and feedback. I read every one and try to make adjusments when I can. I hope you are enjoying this story.* The following morning after I finished eating breakfast there was a knock on the door. "Well good morning Mrs. Thompson," Rob's cheery voice sounded as he entered the room with his...
The boy was spreadeagled against the wall. Padded metal cuffs at his wrists, and upper arms, screwed directly into the white tiled wall, held them tightly above his head. More cuffs at his ankles, held him flat, stretched against the cold white ceramic. His head hung limply, tilted slightly to one side, chin resting on his chest. His youthfully handsome face...