*Everybody in the story is 18 or older. It had been six weeks since the fallout shelter had sealed shut. Six weeks since I'd seen the outside fresh air. Six weeks since I'd had real food other than the slop the synthesizer shat out. Six weeks since I'd seen most of my friends. Optimists say it would be about six months until the blast doors are ready to op...
Note to Reader: Mary Stuart is 30-year old married high school teacher and seems to be going nowhere in life until she meets the exotic Maryam. Mary's father, James Falkner is an evangelical Christian, preacher, Calvinist theologian, Eschatologist, televangelist and prominent advisor to the Republican Party. Pastor Falkner appears, "Welcome dear viewers, w...
We failed, the universe tested us and we failed, what remains have scattered to the winds, some building small communities, some unable to place there trust in anyone or anything and so they travel alone. I am the story teller, I have watched and I have listened, if you’d like I could offer you this ability as well, it’s not for the faint of heart. So much s...
The good thing about the Zombie Apocalypse is that all human belongings were now up for grabs for the few that survived. And so I spent the first few weeks just breaking into abandoned villas in the rich part of town, going through the stuff of other people who were most likely dead, or otherwise unlikely to return. The first thing I really missed was elec...
She woke suddenly, heart racing. It wasn't a bad dream, no...quite the contrary. The reason she woke with such a start, the reason her heart was beating so fast, the reason her nipples stood erect and a warmth was quickly spreading through her pussy was attributable to the lucid dream she was having moments earlier -- the shock of her situation causing her t...
My tattered dress hung from my shoulders across my breasts and down my dirt-stained thighs. I thought of my failed marriage to a man who couldn't give but only knew his own needs. I thought of the children I gave birth to and how they probably wondered what happened to mama that she would disappear leaving them not even a letter to remember her by. I had bee...
"We're... we're from the States," Kimmy stuttered shyly, trying to make conversation. After our first encounter, Rebekka and I began looking through the place she and her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, Mark had holed up, trying to find anything useful. They had chosen a small bakery and icecream parlour as their hideout and had moved pretty much all of the furn...
Ellie woke in the mucky aroma of last night's cigarettes and hard, oh so hard cider. Her musty hair clung to... "whose pillow is this?" she thought. She shot upright, constrained and trapped in sheets she did not recognize. "Whose room is this?" She gazed at the dark blue room with Aztec frosting-white crown molding. "Is this a man's bedroom? How drunk was I...
We went to the beach today, the three of us: Gail, Silvia, and me. Gail packed gourmet sandwiches and Silvia brought wine and chocolate; I drove, and supplied all manner of towels, umbrellas, and chairs, none of which I used. The day was fine and windy, and the water was cold. The tide was coming in when we got there, and the result was a powerful undercur...
"These are actually quite useful," Rebekka said as she was inspecting the lance. "Mhm. And heavy," I replied, weighing a halberd in my hand. The walls of the castle had several medieval weapons displayed, mainly swords and spears, as well as some helmets and armour. "Well, these were definitely made for less busty girls," Rebekka remarked as her eyes went...