This is a story I wrote a few years back. It about a woman who is addicted to pain and knows that it can destroy her, but still seeks the blissful "golden cocoon" that lies on the other side of the pain and humiliation. Her addiction controls her, but she finds help from an unexpected source- her Uncle Jack and her sister Tracey. She also finds out that she...
All characters are over 18. Officer Rod, booked me way back in the 80's. He was a pathetic individual and a blemish to intelligent Policeman everywhere. The story takes place in a small Australian town. ***** Officer Rod hated the bush. Nothing happens, no murders, no investigations, no big operations. Just boring country people, banging on about John Dee...
She couldn't believe she was doing this for him. Once again, he had pressed her beyond what she thought she was willing to do for him. She had assured him - vowed to him, even -- that she would not send him any pictures of herself...much less erotic or naked pictures. Yet, here she was. She had spent more than a passing amount of time the past few days...pr...
It is true a hefty body of folks tend to refrain - guess they inherited the leaning in refraining from voicing many reasons to favor this time of year. The winds born have not infrequently known the darkness of neglect when they were but whips with innocent beginnings but come into the world knowing not the gentle caresses of love but only to sling wicked st...
Member 13231 -- Jack Greene I shouldn't have even looked at her, once I looked, I couldn't stop looking. The price I paid for staring at her was getting caught, and instead of a scowl, I got a smile. I shook the smile off, that smile wasn't for me. I was a thirty-five year old man with a failed career and way too much emotional baggage. She was a twenty-s...
The drums of the village beat louder as the time of midnight drew nearer. They rang even louder in the ears of the young woman being prepared for the offering. In a room far below the surface she was attended by the ancient witch woman. The old crone was easily 100 summers and smelled of herbs and smoke mixed with dank hay. Diona had been selected for the of...
In the small farming town where I grew up, the town elders took religious holidays very seriously. Each major holiday ended with a huge festival and the Spring celebration that coincided with Easter was one of the biggest of the year. It not only commemorated the holiday, which our deeply religious community celebrated with zeal, it also meant the start of t...
CHAPTER ONE – AN EVENING AT SEAMUS "All of the thrusting is in the inner solar system, then it coasts." –– Les Johnson ================================================ Shaqar stared out of her office window at the overcrowded city below. This was the time of day when it was pretty. The glow of the city lights obliterated all the stars in the night sky, an...
Chapter 3, "To walk and talk" The second day of the march dawned steamy and wet, the fiery orb glaring on the Marwerl steppes, illuminating the two warriors as they were settling for their second resting of the day. As Drerin went through his customary stretches preparing for their three vutcer training session which was the sole reason for the stop in the...
This story is dedicated to a Woman without whom there would have been no idea and no story. She knows who she is. -- Her eyes were fixed on the belt holding together his black robe. Partially it was in deference, but she also needed something to concentrate on. The cocktail of drugs she had been given in the village were making her feel light headed and i...