Dear Shoeblossom: I've always known I was a bad boy. My Mother used to get so mad at me...she'd want me to spend time with my sisters, and help polish the silverware...she'd shake her head because I didn't want to play with paper dolls...I wanted to be like my macho father. Mother had strawberry blonde hair in a bouffant hairdo, and what they used to call...
Author's Notes: Here is the second part to the Post Human series. If you haven't read the first one yet I recommend doing so, otherwise this will probably make little sense. The main driver for this story is still world building. It is supposed to set the stage for future events, expand the fictional world and reveal more about the different human societies...
Part 26: Hollywood Devon opened the morning meeting and focused the trainers. "OK, we have Suzanne coming in a couple days, and we have Donna and Yvette going home today. First focus, sending them home with their owner. Secondly, and this is about to become our first focus, getting Crystal into phase three." "Devon, she's got some more Ballet to master. S...
Chapter 8- Answers 25th January, 2013 1:36 p.m. Clearing around the Scared Tree "You good?" Vaishnavi asked Swati, holding her out at arm's length. "Yeah," Swati replied softly, the tension leeching out of her body, "I'm good." "What about you?" Vaishnavi asked, turning to me, "Are you okay?" "Yes," I replied, my voice shaky, "are you sure she...
A/N: These two chapters have no sex, sorry. I hope ye enjoy them, all the same. Stay safe, and wash your hands! ***** Glossary Acharya: A term used to refer to anyone regarded as a teacher. Agrayodhin: The Champion of the Indian Academy. Bhaiya: A term of endearment and respect which translates to "older brother", but is also used to refer to older...
My elder tigress reached up for a vial on the highest shelf of the immense library wall. Her crimson blouse raised from her black skirt as she stretched, showing off a thin muscular back, striped darkest blue on white fur. The same markings wrapped around her muscular legs, and her tail which always swayed knowingly behind her nicely shaped rump... I told...
"Honeysuckle Academy" was written along the archway below it the silver letters read, "Open Hearts, Open Doors." Megan looked around, the campus was lush with green, almost inventing anyone to spend a lazy day in a grassy patch and watch the river idly flow by. She stepped through the archway and noticed there were no roads, as far as the eye could see every...
Number 37 Rue Cordier, in the Neuilly suburb of Paris, France is a large and elegant house set at the end of a long driveway and screened from the street by tall poplar trees. It houses the offices of the municipal council. From 1891 until 1914 this address was known to many of the wealthy and titled families in Europe. At that time there was a polished bras...
Note from the author: These are the last two chapters I had already written prior to submitting the story. I fully plan on finishing this story and hope you have enjoyed it up to this point. Please feel free to comment on the story as I'd love to have some feedback. Chapter Five Having just arrived at the temple, they remind Jonathon of the pictures he...
My name is Tori Darwin. If you were to look at me, all you'd see is an ordinary girl. Five-foot-ten, a bit thick, with dark brown skin and long braided hair. I'm quite average in many ways. I'm not exactly leading an ordinary life, though. I was born in 2476 A.D. in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Like every able-bodied person who doesn't have a physical...