From the author First I want to thank all who took time from your life to read my humble first submission to Literotica, well first submission anywhere. Needless to say as such it contained several errors and ended prematurely mainly because I thought it was getting too long. Then, when I continued with a chapter 2, I again neglected to reconcile a problem...
Only the Ancient Ones remember the days before the Dead Things started to rise. The old ones remember a time when the world was very different, before food became scarce, the skies went dark, and when the world was teeming with humans. The supposedly magically wonderful time before the dark times. To the young, these supposedly great times sound far-fetched...
"Mine were an old people, and were old even when this land was settled. And now they were scattered, and shared only the rituals of mysteries that none living could understand. I was the only one who came back that night to the old town as legend bade, for only the poor and the lonely remember." -H.P. Lovecraft, "The Festival" *** I never knew what led my...
In just three generations, Alejandra's family had been through SO much. Her grandpa Antonio had left Spain as a teenager, seeking adventure and fortune among the missionaries who were colonizing the New World of Alta California. As an early Californio, grandpa Antonio had been given a modest land-grant on which he lived in a small two-room Adobe house. In A...
Okay everybody here's Ch.4 and I hope everybody is happy. The editor that I emailed didn't respond back, but I did read over my work about 3 times. I hope I added enough depth to the story and enough depth to Adam and Erica. Thx for reading and keep the feedback coming. Adam walked up the gravel trail to the warm cottage that lay ahead. He smiled as an ol...
Thanks in part to my other concerns, such as being treated like a regular at Highlights on the Marsh, I had all but forgotten about my modified hearing aids, which were still in my old lady purse. I got them out just before Whitney brought my drink. "Thank you, dear," I said to Whitney when she put the Tom Collins in front of me. "I'm sorry if I offended yo...
The following story is true and occurred in Eastern Alabama several years ago. I had been dating a girl, Sue whom was obsessive about having status in a group that I was in by "invitation only." Sue loved the fine things that this status brought her and would do anything to retain this status. Unfortunately, at one of the get-togethers, I over heard her say...
I suggest you read Part1. It will explain the characters and events so far. Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are more than welcome and very much appreciated. Please enjoy this continuation of the life of the Randals and Eagle's Nest. ******************** "Who's Chante?" Ten year old James asked. "She is one of our ancestors," Lewis answered...
I am reposting this story as I've found that an important piece of it was not included in the original posting. This story sort of falls into the "What If" genre. I'm at a loss as to where or what genre I should list the story. It could fit in Romance, Non erotic, or Science Fiction. There is a romance involved and some Sci Fi but the crux of the story isn'...
Fear took over Alex. "What do you want me to do? Just press the wires together and see what happens? I could die." "My patience wears thin, earthling. Make a stream of electricity to bond the two cords. "I don't know how!" he frantically said. Shyra placed her hand over her mouth; her body language suggested she was concerned with his lack of kinetic co...