This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 or over. ***** THE PRODIGAL Another passing storm dumped its load all over the penned yacht, tugging restively at her moorings in the buffeting gusts. This endless parade of thunderheads reminded the old man of belligerent drunks, wandering the streets after lockout, banging on doors. It had been r...
Quetzalcoatl -- My Story Hola, que tal? Oops sorry, too much time spent south of the border, down Mexico way (is there a song like that?). Hi, I need to talk with you folks. The guy telling the story so far was okay for the historic background, but is (too obviously) a historian, and he leaves out or glosses over the important stuff (the good stuff). And he...
The world as we knew it ended not with a whimper, but with the howls and shrieks of countless horrors. How the 'Cataclysm' came about is still pretty sketchy. What we do know is that without warning, in late December, a massive comet streaked across the Earth's atmosphere, passing over what used to be the South American continent before exiting above Austra...
The Hyatt hotel, Melbourne 20:13 hrs – Friday Matthew Crane studied the cordless phone in his hand with suspicion, as if it were an alien artifact and not just a few circuit boards wrapped in a hard plastic casing. It looked futuristic - sleek and evil - and he feared that once placed up to his ear it would suck him into some unimaginable void that he woul...
Chapter 1 Josh was sitting home with Abe an evening later when Rachel dropped by. She told them that Steve, Yvonne's husband and Svenia's dad had impregnated a black girl, one of those that were forced to serve the rich white men of Jericho at the golf club. He had tried to force her to abort but she had convinced him that she would give it up for adoption...
This is the last part. Yes it's a novel. I hope you're hanging in there. ***** Chapitre Quinze. Jack's story continues. My mind transitions back to the present, where we first started our journey. So here I sit in my living room deep in thought and reliving the past. I pick up and examine 'that' erotic horrific picture once more; the one of us three sta...
All storms pass -- eventually. Life goes on, if but for a brief time, and often tentatively at best, like storm ravaged limbs falling down into rushing streams before tumbling onward, and one day, perhaps, out to sea. The sun returns for a time, and with upturned faces bright eyes seek it's warmth. Spirits of wounded souls reach for the solace of sky; words...
8 James had responded to Melissa's phone call and rushed over to our apartment. "What do you mean he knows about us?" Not for the first time they were locked in each other's embrace. They lay naked on the bed, the product of their love forgotten in a sticky puddle on the sheet. Melissa's head rested on James' shoulder and she idly played with his limp peni...
I: Fish Stories "My grandmother told me stories about Men," Aurora said. "She said they're the rarest creatures in the entire world." It was late, and the bar was crowded, and Aurora's small voice barely carried over the din. Everywhere you turned here there were more women; sailors mostly, and soldiers and sellers and thieves, and of course the serving gi...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 and over. ***** They couldn't let Hayley go without introducing her to their old friend O.J. Once the initial shock had run its course, she quickly warmed to the idea of being nailed pussy-to-pussy to a hot little blonde by a foot or so of rigid black plastic. Because it was Beck who was chosen to i...