This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Low tide: The period between the ebb tide and the succeeding rising tide. This tale is an espionage fantasy frequently under assault by reality. The 'hero' of this tale might be considered a Libertarian, though the label means nothing to him....
Chapter IV Officer John Rodgers opened his eyes. It was 5:55. The sun was rising on the horizon in a rancid, filthy alley in Anacostia, a section of Southeast Washington, DC, known for its high incidence of violent crime. Rodgers was staring down at the teenager he had just subdued seconds ago at gun point. He was, to say the least, nonplused. What in Hel...
Chapter IV Officer John Rodgers opened his eyes. It was 5:55. The sun was rising on the horizon in a rancid, filthy alley in Anacostia, a section of Southeast Washington, DC, known for its high incidence of violent crime. Rodgers was staring down at the teenager he had just subdued seconds ago at gun point. He was, to say the least, nonplused. What in Hel...
[Author's note: From this point in the story, the characters will begin to interact with characters from the series; "The Screamer" To avoid any confusion on my readers' part, a familiarity with both series would be helpful. Thank you for taking the time to read and for all your wonderful encouragement.] * Cherry woke to a warm Hawaiian breeze drifting off...
Yami groaned as she sat up. However, upon recalling her dream, she grinned widely. She, and eleven others, had been gathered by Sors Nepellus, a goddess of unimaginable power, all to participate in a tournament unlike any other. At least, that's what the goddess told them, Yami thought and stood, heading to her bookshelf, where her deck sat alongside her mat...
Welcome to the next installment of my wonderful adventures. I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoy writing it. I reserve all non- electronic and commercial rights to this work. If it is illegal in your jurisdiction to read this work, please do not read this story. * * * * * Miss K brushed a strain of hair out of her face as she backed her SUV...
Megan starts off her day by going online and checking her email. She yawns and stretches as she waits for her computer to start up. She goes online and sees a message from her online friend from Africa. She smiles and begins to read it. The message says that he will be in the US in a few weeks and would like to meet her. A smile appears on her face because t...
Sadie licked the last of Miss Maple's envelopes. "Are you done, dear." Miss Maple, a six foot two Jamaican woman and Sadie's typing teacher asked her. "Yes, Miss Maple. I really appreciate you giving me the work." Sadie said gratefully. Money was tight, and she didn't want to work part-time and screw up her business college scholarship. Miss Maple had neve...
(First part in a series) Written by BB47 Warning, includes strong sexual themes. Intended for Adults only. Jessica was too fat. It would be one thing if she had big fat boobs, but her breasts were just small bumps on her big fat body. I guess I'm just too nice of a guy, because it was obvious she liked me and I kept being nice to her even though she was...