Some chapters don't end, they just get published. And so it is here. If I can keep the characters dancing to my tune, this story will end soon. It's a big if. Prize is acting up again and pulling things away from the big plan. I gave up trying to quiet him. He has a story to tell, and if he doesn't get it out, he haunts me. Sandi Afterwards and Before...
A LOST WORLD WHERE DESIRE BRINGS FORTH AN ANCIENT EVIL * Ivan says 'I'll tell you a story. About a tramp-steamer, we'll call it 'The Caprona'. That wasn't its real name, but it will do for now. It was doing regular haulage work on the Pacific run when it fell foul of a raging typhoon, the kind of terrible storm mariners speak of in hushed tones. For long h...
I woke up in the middle of the night, aware that something had changed. We weren't moving, and there was no feeling of a motor grinding under us. I was locked in one of the smaller cabins belowdecks—not bound and not particularly uncomfortable, but my channel was sore. I would recover fast, but never in my life had I had such a ride as Fazil Fikret and his...
If I was honest I would admit that my wife was always the more adventurous of the two of us, both in life and in bed. She was the one who decided to sell up and move the UK to Spain. She also made most of the decisions about where we would settle and what she would do when we were settles. I had started a small online consultancy business about ten years ago...
Monday March 30th I woke up and remembered what had happened yesterday. I had sucked cock. A big one! Obviously Joe hadn't been to my room at night to my knowledge. Maybe that's for the best. I felt regret coming over me as I was thinking about what I did yesterday. I'm a straight guy who can't stop thinking about Joe's cock. I don't have any desire of oth...
Sorry this chapter took so long. I ran into a bit of writer's block, and this story has kept developing in ways I was not prepared for. ***** When I got in my truck and drove away, I had no destination in mind. I just knew I needed to be alone. Anger is not the only thing that makes me want to be alone; though I'm not really shy, I am an introvert and I li...
I spent several minutes just sitting on the bench contemplating my strange evening. I made a mental note to speak to Hector about what he had seen. I also hoped that he might share his experiences of becoming of the island and his relationship with Greg. Although, I imagined that he would be somewhat circumspect talking to me as he clearly saw me as a guest....
*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...
May your love upend the universe. I love you, I missed you, it is good to be back. Long live the King; Hail, for the King will never die. ***** The sunlight broke like glass across the Captain's skin. It had traveled so far and done such work to arrive here. It had passed through the eternities of space, through eons of darkness. Through clouds and rain...
I was sitting in my compartment on the southbound train, heading for Los Angeles. I hadn't seen my girlfriend since she left for UCLA ten months ago. Why am I taking the train? I'm terrified of flying and I fall asleep while driving. But the expense was worth it to have my own compartment where I could stretch out to sleep. I'm six-six and the chairs in the...