Hey guys! So here is chapter 8... I gotta say I got sucked into this one. I was researching away and found the most moving images and it kinda just moved me to write. If you're interested in seeing those images, let me know and I'll post a link in a comment. And chapter 8 got to be so long that I decided to break it up into 2 chapters. So I'm finishing up...
Agent Andrews began, "Please bear with me. I hope to have most of your questions answered by the time I finish giving the reason you are here today, and a synopsis of what has led to our actions. First of all, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, Mrs. Hunter and her daughter are here under protective custody. No one is under arrest for any crime. Let me make that clear. Mr...
Chapter 5: Failure, truth, and Consequence. Marrack lowered the binoculars and sniffed, drawing back on the short cigar in his mouth. "Looks like any other snug little mountain chateau. Difference being of course, all the sub-levels and other parts, like the advanced weapons and research." "Then there's all the living quarters for the Centre workers. Could...
Part V Dance On A Volcano Alan Burnett walked out of the Assistant Chief's office and headed down the dingy hallway towards the Patrol Division briefing room. He stopped at the worn out old water fountain recessed in the hallway and pushed the little round button on top - it's chrome had worn away ages ago and was now just a shiny brass knob that seemed li...
I don't know what it is about the thought of any man staring at me lustfully, or letting anyone touch me that gets me so turned on. I am a 20 year old Indian girl. I look truly gorgeous, with long dark hair and beautiful, radiant skin. I am 5'5" tall, also lucky to have a gorgeous body, with beautiful breasts and a cute ass. Me, with my stunningly good look...
The world was simple and unchanging. There was the Pan, that endless expanse of hardpan and brush that surrounded everything. There was the Tribe. There was the Home. That was all. That was how it had always been. That was how it would always be. The men of the Tribe would hunt the Rach and Drom and Kett out on the dry Pan during the day and watch the sky at...
Writer's note: This is my first attempt at successfully completing a story and posting it here. I have tried to minimize the grammatical errors after getting it checked by two lovely women. Thanks a lot to CindyUSA58 and BelleNoire04. Your encouragement gave me the guts to post it here! * It was one of those dull Fridays at work and I thought about leavin...
The Girl Jerry Fowler was walking back from town along the river when he saw her. She was standing on the far bank of the river in a diaphanous white nightgown, which seemed pretty crazy for this frosty night in late September. She looked straight at him, seemingly appealing to him with those two big dark eyes. Then, she turned and vanished into the lodge...
Apologies to H.P. Lovecraft, whose masterful writings served as the inspiration for this terrifying tale of macabre erotic horror... I. The Dreadful Machine The pen trembles as I write this with a shaking hand, an infinite sense of overwhelming dread stealing over my very bones as I await the inevitable end to stumble forth from the dead shadows to claim m...
This story contains a few spoilers for my other story Trapped, nothing you wouldn't find after the escape but all it really does it tell you a few connections, and really it's a very long way into the story. This is a story about Vincent and how his life was when he was young,I want to note now that in my stories there are no years as we know them, the mont...