~New Mexico, 1870's~ Chapter 1: A Stranger Rides In A dead Indian hung from the limb of a cottonwood over a dry creek bed. There was a flurry of large wings as a rider slowly approached, and reddish-colored hawks lifted their engorged bodies sluggishly into the air with a chorus of kreeing sounds and began to circle leisurely overhead. John Green clicked...
They call them Istanza. The word is derived from a long-forgotten language, a language whose origins are lost in the depths of time. None are left who speak the language in its entirety, but there are a select few who understand the handful of words that are still used. * * * 1: Finding Silra Leeann watched the ceremony with a keen awareness of her own gr...
Author's Note: This very short novel is a result of a writing challenge called NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month. The challenge is to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. It is currently a hot topic on the Author's Hangout, if you'd like to learn more. Please remember that the point of this challenge was word count and not quality....
My job on that cattle drive had been simple. I was the hired gun. Oh it wasn't as obvious as the times I had been hired on to kill specific people. Nonetheless it was my position. The scout was an Indian and damned good at his job. My job was to ride along with him and make sure nobody killed him. I was also expected to hunt down rustlers. It would be nice i...
Dear reader, I've written this story for the inaugural 'In a Sunburned Country Event', for both my enjoyment and yours. I self-edited, and although I've proof-read several times, the time came when I needed to stop playing with it and put it out there. Anyhow, I've found the best way to discover an error is to publish, so apologies for any mistakes. The ev...
Hey everyone, As I said in my profile. I'll be posting all of my novels online because of these uncertain times. Afterall, a good book can take away a few hours of stress. So, I guess this is my contribution to helping you make it through the day. If you would like to support me the best thing you can do is STAY INSIDE. Seriously. Nothing would make me h...
About the story: I decided to go back in time 17 years before Tash and John meet to tell the story of what exactly happened at New Holland. I reference it enough in the other stories that I figured I might as well write what actually happened to spark the Human-Breten Hvas conflict. * Prologue The transport reentered normal space with a 'whoosh'. Or at le...
This chapter features a river otter in a prairie. I lost a bet in real life and had to include it as a forfeit. Please, gloss over it and enjoy the read. ****************************** A day after they defeated the robot making warlock, Jamie chartered a cargo plane and took his girls to the big city. College classes would start in a matter of weeks and Ja...
Chapter 18 75. Collisions "I don't care what she says, Frank, I want to talk with her. We have been apart for more than 15 hours, that's longer then we have been apart for more than our entire lives. I made a childish mistake, and if she can't forgive me for it, I will kill myself. I don't need a gun, knife, or any man-made object to do it, and she knows i...
This is a story born of a role-play exchange in the forums of a futanari-interest website, hence the credit to the other player. © 2010 Bishiebunny and GingerM Act 1 - A Fortuitous Meeting He wanted to visit Ireland, see the castles, the green hills, visit a pub and maybe explore his roots. She wanted Cancun, to hit the beaches and drink exotic drinks...