Copyright 2016 by Stormbringer Based upon comics by The Pit and Stormbringer The following is a revised version of "The Coxville Curse" rearranged to be in chronological order. The parts of "The Coxville Curse 2" that happened on the night the shadow man came into the dreams of the women of Coxville have been moved to this story. The "Sister Nancy: Faith E...
Act 1 - Gathering Darkness Chapter 1 - Birthday Presents Sydney's head hurt and turning over to block out the daylight streaming in through the motel window did nothing for the rest of his body either. He groaned loudly and Peter Bond called from the bed beside him, "Not the best this morning big fella!" "Please Bondy, don't shout," he whispered back, his...
Fresh Off The Bus 4: Miss Teen Idaho An E&I Enterprises Story Note: This is a author invitational story in honor of my tenth anniversary as a writer(I'm 1 ½ years late). Authors are invited to write their own adventures of the Miss Teen USA contestants attending the pageant at the Nubian King casino in Atlantic City. They may be as long or as short as an a...
Her gaze fell onto the wheels of her computer chair. The round blob of very dark gray plastic was covered by a thin hood, as if it were a real car tire that could throw up dirt. The color was supposed to be black, yet it was not nearly dark enough. Thousands of tiny little impurities in the surface kept the surface matte without reflection. Surely, this was...
Prologue Patrick had never wanted to kill something so badly in his life. Anything would do. Needless to say, he didn't handle what he perceived as betrayal well. And jealousy, he handled even worse. Seeing her in his arms, watching him consoling her as she cried on his shoulder, wasn't that a bitch! He'd all but practically driven her into another man's ar...
Chapter 14 I woke to the sound of typing. She wasn't being loud about it, not trying to be obnoxious, it was just the soft clicky-clack of the keys of her keyboard as she fired off whatever she was writing. She had the same tendency I did however, to hit the end of a sentence harder, giving the keyboard a nice, soft whack every time. Just some unconscious...
Author's Notes: 'A Shepherd in France -- Ch. 1 and 2' is a continuation of 'The Shepherd of Ashburn Court -- Parts 1 through 5'. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the backstory so please read the other stories first. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** A Shepherd in France -- Ch....
Chapter 1 "Ms. Shawcross will see you now," said the willowy blonde secretary, motioning them to follow her. Charles Emerson noticed that she had a pronounced seesaw to her hips as she undulated down the corridor to the conference room they had requested. "You know this is not going to be pleasant," warned Don Carcharo, Emerson's lawyer. "I don't expec...
Angel Even with her eyes closed, she could still detect the glare of the sun through her eyelids. The humid heat that it generated, as its rays beat down on the sub-tropical forest below, encompassed her naked body as if she was in a sauna. Angela Black was hot, sweaty and loving every minute of it. She loved the freedom of being totally naked, and she wa...
Authors Note: This is my entry in the "Winter Holidays Contest". There are some elements of the BDSM category in this story so if that is not to your taste perhaps choose a different story. If, however, you read and enjoy it please vote and leave a comment. Thank you very much to my friend, Margaret who proofread for me. ~ellie Chelsea's Twelve days of Chri...