(Part III of the Dark Angel Series) In Memory of Moisie Date: Three Standard Months After the Destruction of Death Star I Like scarlet specters guarding the maw of the dimensional hells, the quartet of the Emperor's Royal Guard stood noiseless and inert on either side of the massive five-meter tall obsidian door. Planted several meters before them, the sq...
Afternoon sunlight leaks through closed curtains. She fights to stay awake, sinking into the recliner's supple leather, socked feet against the rug. Remote in hand snaps the widescreen television on. CNN's prim-voiced newscasters are a welcome break in the apartment's quiet. Luxurious and still, the empty rooms had been napping with her. In her state of exha...
"Where IS she?" Gerry moaned...It's been forty-five minutes... My dick hurts, I can't stand it! * * * * * Danielle, owner of the salon where Helen was a stylist often remarked that her star employee sounded like an art historian and dressed like Joan Jett... "Must be the cute young lawyer who rents from you, huh?" Dani kidded...Helen looked great today ou...
Prologue. In the beginning was the foot and the foot was the means of motion; next came the ox wagon, horse and camel; the river steamers arrived to carry people and goods along the great river; after that and before the motor car came the mighty railway, sweeping contemptuously aside all other means of transportation arrived. Thus it was in my country....
Most of my writing is boring research papers and committee reports. This is my first effort at erotic fiction. It is long, and there is very little sex until Chapter 6, but I felt it was necessary to chronicle the two protagonists' semester-long journey of discovery. Comments are welcome. Chapter 1 I'm Dan Jackson. My story begins about a year and a half a...
CHAPTER 10 A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE: We settled into the little room. "What would you like to drink Baltimore?" I asked. "That be some real good Scotch there. I don't get a chance to afford that. " Baltimore pointed to the bottle of Cutty Sark. The old man knew his liquor. "Let me pour one for you my friend," I said. "Thanks sir" Baltimore replied. "You d...
Adapted from the short story: HE WHO SHRANK by Henry Hasse First Published in the August, 1936 issue of Amazing Stories * * * * * ONE It was a Friday night and I was late. The new boy I was dating, Todd, had originally set the time to pick me up at 7:00 p.m. and I had pushed that back to eight. We had reservations at a steak house at 9:00 p.m. I didn't...
Author's note: I seem to be getting some really good ideas lately from recently posted stories. This one comes from DG Hear's story "Stay At Home Dad." I liked the concept of the threat to a heretofore-strong marriage between a rich girl and a poor boy, and decided to take that concept in a little different direction. ------ I was sitting in the dark, on m...
The Boba Fett Trilogy Part 1 A Taste of Death Boba opened his eyes from behind his mandalorian helmet groggily. He had been curled up in a corner Jabba's palace, dozing. The various denizens of the gangster's court all slumbered in various states of exhaustion. Boba sat up and quickly oriented himself to his surroundings. He could hardly believe he had fal...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ~~~~~~~>~...