"Jake! How've ya been?" the stocky man in oil stained overalls asked, as he greeted me with a cheery wave. He put down his torque wrench, and strolled across the garage to join me. I stepped down out of my car, closing the heavy door with the satisfying weighty sound of well oiled hinges locking it into place. "Not bad, not bad at all, Bob," I replied, with...
*** This is a one-off, written in a single afternoon and it's based on a couple of things. One of them is a Frank Frazetta painting done back in 1978. I don't know if the title is correct, but what I saw was called "Night Winds". The other thing was a line spoken in the film "The Thirteenth Warrior", so if you can imagine those two things inspiring me, the...
NOTE: This starts a bit weird. I actually incorporated an older prose poem of mine to use as "Joe's Dream" in the Prologue which may be a bit hard to understand. Don't worry. Things get much easier to read afterwards. The story occurs in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St Paul in the mid to late nineties. There may be similarities to real people, but thi...
the vegetative bud Wild singing was in the air, as a loud chatter settled over the clearing- far away from the heart of his camp. The soil was dead in Naxos, and this spot the most barren of all and most in need of a fertile blessing from the gods- but only after much comparing handfuls of earth, and discussing the tiny wriggling inhabitants of the soil an...
Categories: Rescue, Consensual, Group, Love. 15. Presentation Night. I had put on the coveralls and a cap and driven the van to the side road to the left of the entrance of the college as they would see it walking out. The presentation was already under way and Maddy had already called me to say that Gomez wasn't there and she'd introduced my parents to L...
Cameron was miserable. Her whole body was getting tender in random places and she was having a hard time keeping the most random food down. Bananas. She was craving bananas. Fresh bananas, banana pudding, banana splits, banana milkshakes... she was on banana overload and it was so hard hiding it from her parents. She just waved it off as a phase, but one n...
My Feather Girl 02a - Polishing the stone LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Many thanks go to RF-Fast and thor_pf for edi...
Note from author: This story was completely inspired by the picture I found while surfing the net, looking for stuff, for the softer side of beasts web site. I'm not sure how it went from that picture into quite a lengthy story but here it is, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. * Tyme Demons bane Part 1 Sara entered the Inn and...
Chapter 1 Jim was 18 when he left Seylam, the small town where he grew up, in the mid west. He was twenty five when he returned, after completing a Masters Degree in business. He had a very good job in a corporation in Miami Florida waiting for him. When Jim left he had no intention of ever setting foot in Seylam again. Too bad were the memories, the pain...
Happy Birthday, Eddie. -AD I sat upon the ridge looking at the caravan below. Though the sun had yet to rise, the night had begun to recede ever so slightly, allowing me the sight of families rising to prepare breakfast before packing up their wagons. The lightening sky revealed the parched prairie grass that stretched out far to the horizon, the bleak an...