*All characters in this story are above the age of 18* This story is the continuation and conclusion of a story titled "The Ultimate American Boy Contest" by redbeardedsf. I received full permission and blessing to continue the story. I suggest you read that story first, or you will be lost. ***** With loud music blaring, strobe lights flashing, and the...
The cart rocks back and forth as the horse pulls it along the uneven road, jostling you about. So far you've managed to wedge yourself between the other goods to avoid being slammed about. "Other goods", god above, to think you are now someone's damned property! You glare at the rough planks of the floor as you think back to the day your father sol...
Foreword After reading a few stories placed in the Roman Empire I decided to write a few myself. These stories won't show Rome like the kind you saw in old Hollywood movies, I intend to show the Rome the way Romans saw it. Language will be modernized. I won't use their own words and syntax, but instead modern language to express their thoughts. Somewhat li...
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"A cherry red convertible? 1965?" "Yep, six coats of base under six coats of clear." "And completely rebuilt" "Yep, all genuine Pontiac GTO parts. A 389 V8 trimotor, four-speed manual, with 3.73 gears. I'm telling you you won't find a honey classic GTO like this anywhere else for much under a hundred grand." "Can you hold it for three hours? No, two hour...
Sean ran through the forest the trees flying by as he fled from the barking hounds pursuing him. The young slim half-elven man's green eyes were wide as he summoned his power and a skunk emerged from a log spraying him full on making him choke and cough. He dropped to the ground and rolled around as his control slipped and the power within burst out roots sp...
Mark was 19 and he was average. Everything about him was average. He was average height, average weight, average IQ and sick of it. After finishing 6th form college, Mark had decided to take a gap year before going on to University. He'd had it all planned. He'd sold his car, sold his guitar, worked cutting lawns for the old people near his house and ended h...
Daniel stretched out his legs in the chase lounge on the back porch of the suburban Dallas house. He sipped slowly from the Miller beer bottle in his left hand. The high speed fan blades hummed blowing an artificial wind through the porch that helped counteract the Texas heat. "Water is better," I said holding my tall glass of the cold liquid. "I'm celebra...
[This is chapter 1 of a five-chapter completed novella, to be finished posting 8 August 2020.] June, 1864, Wellington Place plantation, on the James River, between Richmond and Williamsburg, Virginia It was no surprise that there would be changes—and probably not for the best—when James Matthew's brother, John, arrived from Mississippi to take up the inher...
*All characters in this story are above the age of 18 years old* ***** Four men in expensive suits sat around a conference table, as another man made his presentation. The four men were all at the main office of the new and improved United States Male Slave Organization. They had been invited because of their wealth and influence for the possibility of buy...