"So is this something else on your bucket list, Spencer?" "I've never been a fan of that term, but yes, it is something I've wanted to do for a very long time. When Jeff was alive we talked about it several times, but with both of us working and him deploying so often, it just never happened, you know?" "I understand. And sorry about my insensitive choice...
Standing on the edge of the cliff looking out to sea, I watched in the distance, the silhouette of an oil tanker going out to sea. Putting a hand on either side of my hips then taking a deep breath of clean air at the same time listening to the ocean crash on the rocks below. Kneeling down I scooped a handful of dirt then bringing it up to my nose smelling t...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 and over. ***** They couldn't let Hayley go without introducing her to their old friend O.J. Once the initial shock had run its course, she quickly warmed to the idea of being nailed pussy-to-pussy to a hot little blonde by a foot or so of rigid black plastic. Because it was Beck who was chosen to i...
This is the first of a planned two-chapter story. I'd like to thank Ravenna933, as always, for her help in editing this story into the form you see below. I'd also like to thank my two beta readers, each of whom made small but helpful suggestions. The house next door had been in slow, sad decline since Mr. Olszewski died in 1989. Mrs. Olszewski lived there...
This story was inspired by "THE FINE" a song/YouTube video by Young Scrolls. I'm pretty sure this is the longest thing I've ever written, but... it's weird. It's really meta, as well. I can't remember writing a lot of this, even though it's been the only thing I've done for a few weeks. It can also be taken as a metaphor of my writing thus far. I realized th...
"Hold the lift!" It had been a long shift and I had worked two hours overtime. I just wanted to get home to a long shower, but of course I put my hand in front of the closing doors and delayed my departure by a few seconds. "Thanks so much! Dinner break?" "Just finishing." I really was not in a mood to talk and knowing I had held the door for Greg, or Dr...
This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...
Copyright 2008, 2009,2010, 2011 By Madengineer3 all rights reserved I must remember what my siblings and I, have been taught. My father stressed it and constantly pointed out that our family was never to be the aggressors in any situation. In defense we were free to engage the enemy, but only with a measured response. However, there are circumstances in w...
Thanks to Devir Ginator for editing and all his help with the story. It's been invaluable. Thanks for reading, commenting and voting. Hope you all enjoy! **** T. J. and I were standing the vending machines when we saw the trio exit the ICU. He had been complaining about his hand hurting so we had gone to grab him something to take his pain meds with. I...
CHAPTER ONE John took in Gregory's words, they were equally terrifying as they were comforting. He resigned himself to the knowledge that while he still had his love, he was not a monster, so he stood, and closed the door. Gregory led him downstairs, into the war room, where he found everyone watching him with different amounts of respect, awe and even fea...