It must be said that I was a little nervous as I walked down the cold street; the damp street that ran along the dank and dark city. The yellow tinted lights that hung shivering in the night air cast ominous shadows on the dismal old walls of the buildings. The church bells chimed; chimed eleven times echoing through the empty alleyways and crevices of the b...
Disclaimer. I do not own either One Piece or Ranma 1/2 and have no rights to the characters. All characters in these stories are eighteen years of age or older. Prologue: A heavy set man slams his fist down on the head of a small crying boy who is knuckling his eyes with his small hands. “Wa, wa, wa! You want your mommy! What are you, a girl?” The boy glares...
Chapter 4 They had the subpoena just before lunch and immediately headed out to Attorney Cogborns office. and the reception desk in the sumptuously appointed lobby " I need to speak with Mr. Cogborn." The receptionists cool and rather disinterested gaze gave testimony to the ease with which she was accustomed to handling unwelcome clients. "Mr. Cogborn i...
Hi, kiddies, brookie here. my Master (you all know him as BB) is taking a well-deserved rest at the moment and i thought i'd take a few minutes to address you all on this site. i'm not telling him that i'm doing this, i figure he'll just have to be surprised when he opens his email and finds this, after i leave, later in the week. [Tee hee hee!] (And i know...
Anya sat on an aged marble tomb, reading Finnegan's Wake - Joyce's great death prose - and sketching and scribbling ideas into her black leather bound journal. She had just turned eighteen and she spent most of her nights in the local cemetery, often alone, listening and waiting. She only wore black - tonight, a black velvet and lace long-sleeved dress that...
1 "Spread your legs." The man said as he came into the room. A sense of relief washed over me and I complied with his request. The worst part wasn't the men, wasn't having them on top of me, inside me, or even the filthy things they said. The worst was waiting in that black room for the next one to come in. I could have left, just walked out. I could have...
The American Witch Chronicles: Book 1 - Ritual Magick Chapter 1: The Visitors at Trinity College 1683, Trinity College, Cambridge, England James Pendragon lounged on his straw-filled bed inside his chambers at Trinity College reading one of John Dee's books on alchemy and angels. At just 30 years old, he was the second youngest scientist to ever receive...
I was in the loo when the pesky phone rang. It always happens, I'm either on the loo. In bed, or in the blooming bath! I got off the toilet, bum still un-wiped and limped to the phone to have it stop ringing. Once again I reminded the phone and the unthinking caller that they were illegitimate. Trundled back to the loo with locked kneecaps and finished doi...
I live for feedback. ***** 1 Philippa For the umpteenth time I needed to move to get my circulation going again. I tried to stretch my legs but it's not easy in the front seat of my small car. Fuck, I thought as I snagged my tights against something beneath the steering wheel. If that was another pair ruined I would scream. I was parked facing a nondescri...
La Portuguesa Chapter 1 - No Credit Cards By Diego Royo © 2017 Martina Longoria Balli is a young Latina woman exploring Texas, and the limits of her sexuality. Her family lineage goes back to Spain, Padre Balli himself, who owned Isla de Santiago, now Padre Island. She was born on South Padre Island when her parents could not get back to town and the hospit...