The Taking of Pamela Harris Julian Winslow According to the police report, when Pamela Bryce Harris, heiress to the Harris millions, was kidnapped, she was wearing nothing but her bathrobe and a pair of panties; she still wore the same things now as she sat in total darkness on the bare wooden floor of a narrow closet. The small-breasted blonde looked like...
The Road ---- A warm breeze passed over the pair of travelers at their makeshift camp site, a roaring fire illuminating the whimsical night around them. They sat by the fire, eating and talking of the day's events until it was time for an early sleep. Natalie had argued against it, of course; as a citizen of Heurbon, one sleeps late in the night and wakes...
His wife worked second shift at the supermarket, the kids were in bed, and there was nothing on television. Jason sat at the computer surfing the web for pornography. Tired of the same old stuff, up skirts and down blouses, albeit, his favorites, he wanted something different, a video, perhaps, instead of photos but he had watched every up skirt and down bl...
In the gathering gloom the highway could just make out the horse and carriage. And what a fine carriage it was. He pulled on his mask, checked his pistol and stepped out into the road. 'Halt!' he cried. 'Who goes there?' cried the startled coachman. 'I've no time for questions. Hand over your valuables.' the highway instructed. 'Pray sir, we have no valu...
Lady Gwyneth d’Lambert, paladin of the Holy Church of Alastriel and the goblin Cockweasel readied their weapons as a dozen bandits burst from the edge of the Forest of Dagindor. Gwyneth had rescued Cockweasel from his tormenting mistress, the vile sorceress Valeria the Black, and the two had escaped on horseback to the village of Crompton. There they had res...
(Orig. Posted on EMCSA, January 2013--Mr. J) * The quiet January night is deceptively calm as the curvaceous figure lurks beyond the orange haze of the street lamps. Every so often the vroom of cars echoes in the air like a suburbanite cry, the automobiles calling out in the dark night. Rarer still are the cries of coyotes further afield, their pangs of l...
Jeff Dawson never figured out why his wife of two years went "postal;" actually it was more like "bank berserk" but that term was coined just to describe her activities, so when it started happening the only name he could come up with was "postal." From Jeff's perspective - maybe one a neutral observer might find flawed - he thought he had a decent marriage....
(B-Pit, Japan) As he entered into the Familiar Bey Pit, a More Mature, More Pragmatic, and More Learned Person, he saw how much Madoka had Changed as the last he'd seen her they were Small School Children. He still wasn't certain if he wanted to Enter the Beyblade World Tournament, because in all Likelihood Madoka's New Friends would and they'd make the Team...
A rustling in the tall ferns along the road drew his attention. The shifting foliage betrayed the presence of two shapely figures, their slender bodies just visible through the fronds. They moved with intent, and it was clear to the Wanderer that they had a purpose on this stretch of highway. He stood where he was, letting the pair emerge from the thicket....
Medicine The spring rains were dramatic, passionate, the lifeblood of Mother Nature as she fully awoke from her winter slumber and prepared for summer. Yet at the moment, the fury with which the enlarged drops fell was not appreciated, for they numbed Noah's fingers as he gripped his sword and made him shiver as his clothes became worthless from the damp. I...