Author's Notes: This is the direct continuation of "Mud and Magic." If you happen to stumble upon this piece by accident, I urge you to go back and read the first three chapters. No recaps here. This chapter was made possible by the endless patience of my lady love, the invaluable input of beta reader MisterWildCard and the editing magic of bikoukumori. A...
Author's Note: If you haven't read the first two installments of this story, you will be severely confused. I dislike when writers rehash old topics and I promised myself I would never do it. Thank you, Paul. Your editing help and insight worked well with my ignorance. Chapter 1 - Teegan "Stop calling me ma'am," I told Jason. His military bearing did lit...
"Hi honey... no... I'm fine... really I am... Randy... Randy, don't cry... you know you can't come here... no, it doesn't make any difference that I'm the boss now... I know, I want you here too... I knew you were out of town and I didn't want you flying back when there was nothing you could do so I waited till you got home... yes you can kick my ass for it...
(WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *All the sexual participant in this story are eighteen, or older* *This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!* * Vlad ~ "You actually expect me to believe my Father, Br...
I am sorry for my extended absence however my Cloud had a glitch and I was forced to rewrite everything from scratch. Now that I am back up to speed, I will do my best to continue this story as well as one or two of my others, depending on my creative motivations. This chapter differs from the Ch. 01 significantly however if you don't enjoy it as much, don't...
It wasn't until I was doing my umpteenth impeccable edit of this story, that it suddenly dawned upon me. "Flashman"!?! It has been a few years since I remember last reading any of Fraser's masterful1 series about the Not-So-Gentlemanly Craven Adventurer Across World History. Whom we all loved to hate. (We all hated to love?) Damnation! It pisses me off,...
The overland bus leaned into the mountainous turn, as if to give the passengers a better view at the steep mountain side. Desert dust, no plants, only a few large boulders pigmented the drab sight. Regardless, the class was cheery. The rare field trip let them see something other than a ruined city. Mountain peaks, drop offs, and large boulders were still a...
AUTHOR'S NOTE I often receive requests for stories but I also have a naysayer or two who accuse me of writing my own requests. For this story I have included the request from a fan named Stewart who sent me the e-mail below. I took his story line and embellished the story quite a bit. As I was writing it I found that I could write about this step-mother ext...
© 2014-2017 Embers The sweat on Rosa's brow chilled as she entered the large air-conditioned lobby. Although the sudden shift in temperature startled her, it offered much-needed relief; Kabira Bay was particularly muggy the day she and her family arrived. Her father, a stocky, pug-faced man with dense glasses, walked briskly ahead of her. He made a beeline...
Author's Note: No Strings Attached is the second collaboration by MsCherylTerra and Bebop3. We hope you enjoy the story! Bebop3's stories can be found here. No Strings Attached Alex I stood at the doorway watching her. I don't like kids. I don't dislike them either, they simply don't exist in my day-to-day life so I don't really think about them much. B...