This is actually the second story I wrote. Though Mine was submitted earlier as it took time to find walkingliberity to edit this. For those who, like me hate it when an author starts a chapter story, then for whatever reason, abandons it you’ll be happy to know all six chapters are written and with walkingliberity. I cannot thank her enough for her assistan...
She first saw him in the dusky evening light on the far side of the deck. From a distance he looked like all the other scruffy truck drivers who had taken up residence on the windswept deck, the only place on the Cross Channel ferry where they could smoke their foul-smelling cigarettes, huddled in groups and muttering to each other in a strange language. A...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Part 1 – The best legs in the city. Author's note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it is not changed in any way. If it is archived, it is done so on the basis that the author will have...
Chapter 6: Julie Pays the Bills, Part I For nearly a year I had been living as the Gifted Grifter, and I was getting into an established routine. I would travel to Vegas or Atlantic City under an assumed name, betting horses and sports during the day, using my mindreading glasses to pick up tips from knowledgeable bettors. At night I would hit the poker roo...
Summer was around the corner and Spring was always the busiest season, at least for Mikael. He had some acres and was taking care of them, living off them, living by them and living for them. Although Mikael was fairly young, at thirty-five, he refused any remotely close contact to computers and digital life. He loved his grass, his trees and his few anima...
Rowena was tired. Rowena was always tired. She was tired when she went to bed, tired when she woke up, tired all day long. She took a last look round the room she had just finished preparing, noting the main items. "Bed. Quite an adequate desk – it was the one dad gave me for my eighteenth birthday. Good swivel chair. Armchair, wardrobe, dressing table, bri...
Hello and welcome to chapter 9! Let's see if Niven survives and Sorr'an can escape slavery... Hope you enjoy! Special thanks to my great beta Cassiopeia. --------------------------------------------- Demon, Heat and Fire The knife was pressed against my skin and I felt a sharp pain before the pressure vanished. I heard a surprised yelp, a warm liquid spla...
Chapter 5: Old Friends and Silver Mines On an unusually cool morning in June Arthur stood on the patterned brick walkway that he helped build. It was the 8th, exactly one month since his arrest. In that time the brown and yellow path had advanced a hundred meters closer to the war memorial. Though there was a slight glow in the east all the brighter stars...
He had her right where he wanted her, and by all accounts, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her messy bun curls sporadically popping out of the tight updo. She truly was beautifully poised, and fucking perfect but he was about to ruin all of that. Harlee sat there, her brow furrowed and a slick smile filling up her face. Suddenly she stepped...