Jun 5, 2009 Heavy Metal Thunder Solo Adventures #3 Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some sto...
Chapter 1 MARSHA My name is Marsha DiMarco. I'm the 42 year old wife of Timothy DiMarco, the Executive VP of one of the largest Marketing firms in the country. We have been married for 24 years and have two great children, Tim, Jr. , serving the country in the Air Force and Jake, a senior at Oklahoma State. I have a gentle, loving husband, drive the latest...
The car accident had left me in almost a full body cast. My back had been broken with no damage to my spinal cord. The doctor's said there would be no paralysis, though my recovery would be long and arduous. I thought the time in the hospital, held nearly immobile with plaster and splints would be the worst of it though. Along with broken legs and arms, my j...
Sheri waited as the sound of soft shuffling slid past the broken window. She held her breath for several long, tense seconds as she stayed crouched below the windowsill. She had caught only glimpse of the thing, a hulking mass of tendrils and what might have been leaves, slowly dragging itself along the ground. In the dim, misty twilight, however, there was...
PROLOGUE- 'There she is! Nab her!' The gruff shout rang out, and the terrified young Telela shoved her head down and ran as fast as she could. The electrifying sound of the ultra-fine buzz cord on the disabler guns the men carried rang loud and clear in her ears, and before she could suck in the gasp she was going to breathe she heard the electric pop as t...
© 2003 by Thrillerauthor Sandy Lane glanced at his Rip Curl watch as he paddled back towards the lineup. Less then twenty seconds remaining in his heat. Sandy had one good wave under his belt, but unless he nailed another one, there was no way he was going to make it into the finals. He glanced over his right shoulder, and at first he couldn't believe wha...
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Oh, Lisa does know this too well. She can taste the sweetness of the revenge she is about to achieve. She adjusts the small straps on her skin tight Cleopatra dress. The black wig lays smooth, covering her shimmering golden blonde hair. Bright blue eyes stare back at her from the mirror, nothing like her cat-like green e...
This is the next chapter in my college experiences from almost 20 years ago. It involves interracial sex so if that topic offends you, please read no further. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy my story. The background events can be found in the previous chapters. * I awoke the next morning feeling much better than the previous day. Not being hung over allowe...
"Turn left," the GPS' nasally voice said, as Tatiana approached the corner. She turned slowly around the bend, peering around at the wilderness. All she had wanted was to go for a hike on her Saturday off, and instead she had gotten lost. She thought the drive was relatively easy, when she had looked at Google Maps the night before, with most of the drive al...
Malika sat atop the highest tower of the Defiled Temple looking over the surrounding hills and wastelands. The cult of the demoness Lagria had taken this place long ago and sacrificed the old Priestesses Of The Light to their foul mistress during the temple's ravaging. Like all the denizens of the temple, Malika had been stolen from her family as a child and...