Mike fumbled like a drunk through the dark, his ears ringing from the booming echo of thunder in his head. Alarms were blaring, a keening repetitive siren that he registered only slowly in his dazed state. The room around him had erupted into chaos: power to the entire floor had gone out, the room was a haze of smoke and shadows and darkness. The emergen...
The man with the limbs that were too big for comfort climbed the tree with a speed too fast for comfort, and shouted words at me that did nothing to comfort. "Woman!" he shouted with those giant lips and, by the Goddess, with a huge, revolting, swollen tongue. "Need you! Will have you! Use you!" He shrieked, he laughed, he climbed that tree like some great...
Shella awoke to a sickening crunching noise and heavy rain rattling the windows of her cabin. "What tha hell?" Shella muttered to herself and she looked out the window. Fierce drops of rain slammed themselves against the glass panes, and Shella could hear the howling of the wind outside shake the panes of glass. "What tha hell?!" Shella exclaimed, and threw...
Silica The Sentinel was to reach the asteroid field just after supper time on Atlantis, so after supper, Mark and Annabelle waited in his office so Cricket could do the virtual bridge thing again. Right on schedule, Cricket darkened the room and enabled the virtual bridge. Annabelle watched in amazement, she had, of course, been on the bridge of the Posei...
Author's Note: Ambassadors of Aldadiir began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, incest, and other t...
Author's Note: This is a "soft" sequel to Prom Date, and takes place in the same universe as The Lonely Autopilot. Enjoy! All characters are above the age of 18. I am the Peanut Butter and Jam Collective -- you can call me Jammie -- and I am technically sixteen people. But most of them are pretty dumb. Fortunately, there's a reason why Collective is in my n...
The Pioneer Spirit. I was escorted through the ship and along the way I was informed that I was to meet their leader. They called him "Captain" and suggested that I do so as well if I knew what was good for me. When I looked him over there was nothing about the man that indicated that he had authority over anyone. I could see why he was not a member of the...
2004 He wasn't Irish. That was the main thing. He was Austrian, from Amstetten, a town Gina had never heard of. He came to them highly touted, a profile-raising catch for the school who could now boast a native-speaking German teacher alongside their French one. Solange, however, was out on maternity leave that autumn. Had she been there, they would have...
Author's Note: This series build off of elements of the previous Panic Moon series. To get the full experience, it is recommended, though not necessary, to read that one first. Hello again fellows! Here's the second chapter of my little experiment. Once again, it's a spin off, but you'll learn some new things about the main series too. Many thanks to my sup...
The shattered ruins of Ferenczy Castle sprawled under the night sky, its tumbled stones pale and skeletal in the moonlight. Only a single wall remained standing of the once mighty heap, the other three having fallen out and away, tossed carelessly in the explosion that had destroyed the Castle. The violence of the collapse was evident from the half-acre of s...