The Art Of Becoming 1 The Fun House loomed before Hannah and Chase, its exterior painted in a peaches and cream flesh tone, its trim done in burgundy, its edgings and peaks gleaming like polished purple leather under the tempting gold of the late afternoon sun. Far enough away from Chase's home and day to day vanilla haunts, in a sleepy seaside town, the...
The present continuation of "Country Life" is marked with "II" to say that it's a rather freestanding story that can be read without having read the previous chapters. I would of course like you to read them as well. There will probably be three chapters in Country Life II. I hope you will enjoy them and please tell me what you like them by voting or giving...
~ ~*~:~*#K#*~:~*~ The tribe moved quickly through the trees. They wanted to reach the village and get home before day's end. In her hand Kerensa carried a sharp stick Rozenwild had snapped across her shin. Several others were similarly armed. They paused at the edge of the forest, looking down at the fields and buildings. "Everyone ready?" Rozenwild asked...
Sci Fi story of what happens when colonists of a new world suffer a shortage of men and have to resort to desperate measures to ensure the survival of their community. PART 1 Our ancestors had migrated from Earth four generations ago in a fleet of massive interstellar spacecraft. We were about 12 lightyears away on a planet we named Nova Terra in the Tau C...
***** This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. This story idea came to me from a fan who emailed me a summary of his story that is the basis of "The diaries of Jane." It's my first work based on someone else's story and I want to do it justice. But I had to take some literary liberties by changing some minor things. I'm led to believe that his...
A few days after mother had told me all about the agreement she and her friends had made to teach their boys to become good lovers she told us that a very dear old friend of hers would come and visit in a couple of days. She was excited about it since she hadn’t seen her for a long time. Emma, her friend, lived abroad since long, in Paris. Emma had asked if...
Chapter 09 Helen had vanished. There was no phone call to say she'd arrived, in fact no phone call at all over the weekend. It is evidence that I felt so confident about Helen that I was not unduly worried. She may have accompanied her parents on some mercy mission and would phone when she could. However, on Sunday night I phoned Metcalfe's but there was...
Tuesday. Noon crept around stealthily. That, or certain tenants of the Brownstone, affectionately called Angelica House, without a sign saying so, were just really wiped out tired. Angelica having been the name of Naomi Carpenter's late great Grandmother, last name Bishop. A very biblical name without a religious influence. Still, a very good woman in her d...
PART ONE Chapter 1 The battered red Porsche, inherited (compete with scrape marks and dents) from the driver's late mother, swept into the one-way loop at the farmhouse. Three expertly applied chops of the manual gear shifts meant only a gentle touch of the brake was required to stop the vehicle under the portico of the 8-bedroom two-level high-country h...
I've been starting my stories with the ambition to titillate. In this story, I've learned how I can get lost until I find my way by creating increasingly difficult problems for myself to solve. Gradually, as my characters revealed themselves, their sex and sexuality having become less and less significant to me as the story goes on, I started to want to writ...