*Purity is the skeleton we hang our sins upon* Thanks to Shawhollow for editing the first half of this story - I forgot to send him the second half. Thanks to Talonwolf for helping with the idea. (One month later) I stood on the main roof ridge that ran down the length of the school. Thanks to the founder's flair for the exaggerated, I was over ninety fee...
My name is James MacAndrew, know familiarly as Mack. For those who have read my chronicle of my wife's year and one-half affair with Frank Jackson [Sandy and Frank, Chapters 1 – 21], you know my biographical information, but for those who have not, I will repeat it here. I'm about 6 feet or a little less, depending on who's measuring. I'm about 180 pounds an...
On the 10th of April of 1991, Nick took Theresa Ann Black, Nicks his very pregnant wife to the Hospital where she delivered Julianna Lynn Black -- a healthy pink newborn baby girl. Two days later, the couple brought their little baby home to their apartment for the first time. As you can guess, nobody in the household got a lot of uninterrupted sleep over t...
This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip – California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis of Th...
SO FAR: Divorcee Hope Honeybun's interest in young Mr Carson is that Nash writes a little and seems to have a worldly attitude so she commissions him to write a novel based on her colorful and turbulent life, much of which spans the time she has lived in the valley. Nash hears with interest about the development of the valley and about her lusty father and h...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
Patrick got to the dance fashionably late. It was one of the rare times that he didn't have a date, the object of his most recent attentions had smiled and told him that she already had a date. Jennifer was the most popular girl in their freshman class at State. Patrick had dated her in high school, just a few times. Like always, she was either with one jo...
Proofread by FernieLyn This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science...
Darkness enveloped me, enshrouding me like a thick veil both physically and mentally. It was a universe devoid of stars, light and sound. Am I dead? Is this what the afterlife feels like, floating around in a sea of nonexistence? Isn't there supposed to be some kind of movie of your life passing in front of your eyes? Do I even have eyes? "Is that what you...
Leonard was waiting for me as I stepped on board. "Your cabin is this way," he said. We went down a level, passing the galley and crew's mess to enter a long hallway with doors on both sides. "Women's bathrooms and shower are here," he said as he passed the door. "Navy showers only; you get yourself wet, do the scrubbing with the water off, then rinse at the...