Sam Pritchard was driving his old Ford Mustang east on Interstate 20. He was on the east side of Dallas, TX heading further east and was cursing under his breath. The rush hour traffic was much worse than normal. For the last hour he barely moved at a stop and go pace. In fact it was more stop than go if the truth was told. He could tell it was going to be a...
Chapter 7 Trial Day 5 Your ideology is not how you can use your church to serve God, but how you can use God to serve your church. Janine emerged from the bedroom, bleary eyed and still half asleep to be greeted by freshly brewed coffee, toast and a choice of cereals. "Hmmm, this is nice. Thank you for last night, I just needed company, I'd almost forgott...
Proofread by FernieLyn This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science...
[An Account from the PRISM Chronicles] Chapter 1 Darkness The darkness seemed to have a shape and a movement of its own. His thoughts were filled with a mix of fear that he would be waylaid by somebody and an excitement at the size of the payment he and the guard beside him would receive for their work tonight. In this part of the Port of Salvador, Brazi...
Before we begin, a few notes for clarity: All characters engaged in romantic and sexual activity are adults over the age of eighteen. Although the primary genre for this is Sci-Fi/Fantasy, elements of this story can also fall under the headings of erotic couplings, group sex, anal, voyeur/exhibitionism, lesbian sex, and interracial/nonhuman sex. This story...
Apocalypse Slaves, Part 8: Pearl and Nadine. By: AlexClayton. *** Author's Notes: In these stories, I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some o...
"Hey little brother, this is a good thing. We are starting a new life in West Liberty. Don't feel bad about the broken cup in the kitchen. The doctor said it would take time... months or a year... for both of us." Sandra, the blond around twenty years old, put her arms around Randalf, the slightly younger looking, black hair man. She snuggled her chest arou...
Jordan's shoulder hurt that night in the mine where he slept curled up between Megan and Sarah. The Bigfoot, Sarah, was behind him, holding him tight. The human, Megan was wrapped in his arms, and if not for the dull pain, he would have been sleeping like a baby. He rose from the interspecies sandwich, looking for his backpack for more ibuprofen. Kaitlin w...
I'm honored that blackrandl1958 invited me to participate in the Siren's Song collection. I appreciate her kindness. This story would be equally at home in Romance or Sci-Fi. I thought it might be slightly more appropriate here, but it's half a dozen of one, six of the other. Siobhan is an Irish name that is pronounced Shivahn. * * * * * Sea lion woman,...
Troy had fallen. That once noble city, Pram's glory and the jewel of Troas, would no longer sing her proud songs under the gaze of Mt. Ida. Betrayed by a wooden gift, the invention of the cunning Odysseus, she now lay ashen and desolate, her spirit and her people vanquished by ten years of war and Greek treachery, bringing death and destruction upon all. I...