Introduction Have you ever wondered how you would spend your last hours on Earth? Now imagine that the world is going to be destroyed it's everyone's last hours on Earth. Where would you be when it happened? Who would you be with? What would you do? This is the story of one man and what he did when he found out that the 'End Of The World' was coming. I hope...
Author's Note: This is the original Part 2 version of my story. This version is slower to develop, and it's got more emotion and less gratuitous sex. I rewrote Part 2 because of the comments I received after submitting Part 1. But now I'm curious to know which version you prefer. Please let me know what you think. Thank you for taking the time to read my sto...
She drove fast. I stared out the window, barely able to see the landscape as it flashed by. I recognized none of it, but it didn't matter. My mind was stuck on Mom. I had just met her and now she was gone. I didn't know why it hit me so hard, she had abandoned me but part of me wondered if maybe she had every intention of meeting me at the bar that night to...
The Murena Ranger Lodge was a bit of a sorry affair. With its population of nearly five hundred—not to mention the scattered hunting cabins nearby—Murena was one of the largest settlements on the island. And it had only three regular Toxin Rangers dedicated to its defense. Of all the Northern Isles, Farillona, with its steep cliffs and rocky ravines, was su...
Stave I December 19th, 2017 The halls were decked and the banister was wrapped in a tinsel-holly aberration created by Tom. In fact, if you looked around the whole house, it was all Tom's doing. The lights around the windows, an obsession of his from two Christmases ago. The fiber-optic tree, no doubt found in a sky-mall catalog from their last trip to the...
It took a while to get this section written. It may sound weird, but it's easy to write quick action, it's more difficult to write through a slow point. I have chunks of the rest of the story written (from when they got stuck in my head), so it's all about connecting the pieces. It's not over yet! As per usual, all feedback is welcome! Thanks for reading,...
By Woodmanone copyright June/2012 There are no descriptive sex scenes in this story. So what's new? Same ole, same ole for my work. Constructive comments, emails and critiques are requested and much appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my story and I hope you enjoy it. ******************** "Don't hit me. Please, for God's sake don't hit me...
Amber Wolcott wasn't your typical cheerleader, which didn't mean she wasn't pretty. No, Amber was a beautiful girl, but not in the way you might expect a cheerleader to be. She wasn't tall, slender, or blond. She didn't hang with the popular crowd. She didn't hang with any particular crowd for that matter. Amber was one of the top ranked students in her clas...
There wasn't anything special about her. Yet, there was something about the way she moved. Her hair wasn't long and flowing, the kind she could flip over her shoulder and call attention to herself. Yet, her hair was pretty - dark brown, glossy, thick, heavy, and almost straight. The texture was such that it made a man's fingers itch when he thought about run...
I would have liked to have announced that I had the strength of character and will to walk away from Mrs. Looper after visiting her that day, but what is trained into a young mind is often impossible to change. I had to face this reality that day when I returned to her. I needed that red ball in my mouth. I needed to throw my arms back and watch her de-pant...