This chapter is the last go-round for Lloyd and his acquaintances. Once again any resemblance to biker gangs, websites, restaurants, hospitals, or anything on Earth is strictly coincidental. Fiction here with a capital F. ***** I fill out the paperwork on Vicky as I await word on her condition. Not really sure how much I care at this point, but I was bro...
Mary was anxious as she entered the big Southwind department store in suburban Seattle. She stopped and looked around as she reviewed what she had planned. She had never done anything like it before, but she needed the money. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then approached the counter that displayed expensive watches. The salesclerk asked, "May I...
It was a gorgeous day for a drive. I drove along listening to the purring power of the red Mustang's engine, top down, sunglasses on, my long dirty-blonde air billowing in the breeze. I cruised along the backcountry road leaving a trail of dust in my wake, singing tunelessly at the top of my voice. I had left that day with no particular destination in mind,...
The Warning. Not listening to reason can cause an explosive situation This is a work of fiction any names or places that resemble actual persons or places is purely coincidental. There is very little sex in this story and I was in a quandary as to what category to submit it under but since it does encompass some marital infidelity, I placed it here. Wedne...
Chapter 1 This is really the story of two brothers, Earl and John Goske. The Goske brothers were born in the 1940's and they were of that blessed generation which was privileged to live partaking of the bounty produced by a flourishing America. They had never been close. Even as children they rarely played together. John was more what the other kids called...
You might want to read Ch 01 first - and please send feedback! Twenty minutes later, Danielle was washed and changed and driving to the county jail. She'd made Jack wait at home while she went to find out what had happened to Billy. They were both good boys who had just finished university and she couldn't think why he'd been arrested. She'd changed into a...
The Hangman Cometh: A correction By Woodmanone Copyright February, 2013 (This is a reposting of the original story. There was a problem when I posted the continuation of the story called The Hangman Cometh: Tyler Rawlings. I'd had problems posting Part 2 and apparently the webmaster misunderstood the email concerning those problems and replaceed the first...
Chrissie had just turned twenty one a week ago and already she was making the best of her newfound freedom by driving from Albuquerque, New Mexico all the way to L.A. She had bought herself a 1967 convertible Camaro and was now rolling down the highway, enjoying the sun on her face and the wind in her hair, an oldies radio station blaring out Highway to Hell...
Author's Note: Please forgive my late continuation. I had a bit of writer's block. I'm still not very pleased with how a few paragraphs came out - they seem awkward to me - but they're written. Don't you just hate that? Thank you for the feedback and the votes - heh, I finally figured out what those numbers in front of my story mean. You've been a spectacula...
It was the smell of the deer that brought my wolf out. One moment I was standing by the cave entrance, my back sore from sleeping in weird positions and my balls aching from all the sex last night. I felt something pushing in my mind, then as I started to lose control of my body I could hear and feel the change coming on. Lissa had told me about what would...