We were ready to separate the James Cook from the living section two days after Father Ray broke the news to me that he was not landing with us. The solar panels, the liquid oxygen tanks and liquid hydrogen tanks were all in place and providing plenty of power to the living section. I didn't know how long the James Cook's batteries would last or if Joseph c...
Elizabeth Dee has become the official nurse of Doc Yves. The day Leonard was attacked by the lone Deinonychus everyone perceived just how much Doc needs a permanent assistant. The next evening after dinner we all voted to allow her to stay in camp permanently along with Yves. Neither of them are any good at hunting anyway and Beth can't even cock her crossbo...
All throughout high school I was a book nerd. The one during lunch that would sit and read rather than talk. I wore glasses and even had my long blonde hair up in a ponytail most days. Sweaters I had worn for the past two days were my average attire, accompanied by sweat pants. I was and still am petite, to say the least, it has always been a struggle to put...
I wake up in a cloudy haze after I have been knocked out for God knows how long. The room I am in is very small with a bed, table, chair, and a toilet. The motif of this prison is just like everywhere else at Femco: black and pink. I start to get up and after I pull the latex sheets off of me I realize a horrible discovery. All of my clothes have been remove...
All characters are 18 years or older. Welcome to the eight installment of this series. I hope you enjoy. This will hopefully fill in some of the gaps I have been hinting at in previous stories. Please feel free to vote, comment or offer suggestions. This is a long one, it took a while to weave it all together. ***** HIPS: Hiding In Plain Sight [a franchis...
Stories are much easier for me to write when they have some semblance of truth to them, and this piece of work was inspired by my recent guys’ night out. It’s connected to the “Sharing My Wife Amanda” series, but can be read as a standalone. ********* “Let me get this straight,” my wife Amanda slowly began. “Your buddies want to go to a strip club... but...
We lazed off in the living room post lunch, eagerly awaiting Sneha. Shubhi was true to her word. She did not wear a piece of cloth on her amazing frame since declaring her intentions. We fell asleep in snuggled in an embrace. Though our bodies were twisted, the feelings of togetherness parried the discomfort. We woke to the sound of the doorbell ringing. Shu...
The name is Fatima McArthur. A young Black woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the City of Detroit, State of Michigan. I've been living in the City of Ottawa since the summer of 2009. I came here for school and work. These days I attend Carleton University, one of the better schools down there. You might wonder w...
A lot of my stories start with a general idea and build from there. Share the Road, for example, started with the time I came across a runner with a sprained ankle sprawled by the side of the road and drove her home. I never saw her again, but the story was based on a lot of "what-ifs". The other day I was kidding a female prosecutor I know about her habit...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...