Gentle Reader: Thank you for reading "Sometimes Love is Not Enough", the first submission of this story. Your comments and votes were appreciated. I felt it was only fair that Janice be able to tell her side of the story. As you know, the first part of this story is in first person, his point of view. This part of the story is in first person, her point of v...
Chapter 20. Paula and Paul She had come to my campsite from hers to thank me for helping her son that morning. "He seems to be a good kid," I said. "Yes, he is, mostly. He is not nearly as helpless with his broken leg as he led you to believe. He had ulterior motives." I nodded but let her statement pass without comment. She understood that I knew what h...
Author's Note: This is the first story I've chosen to release as a single entity, instead of releasing individual chapters or parts. I think it will flow better that way and I may choose to do more like this in the future. Enjoy! Austin Frazier pulled up to the small townhouse and put the car in park. Looking up at the dull-brown unit in front of him, he sp...
Outed by the Cheerleaders _________________________ Hello! This is part one of a full length novel in four parts. It's a gender-fluid, 'what if everything fell into place,' fantasy about self-discovery, coming out and coming of age. It explores pansexuality, cross-dressing and several fetishes -- especially for things like swimsuits and athletic-wear. Som...
Chapter 1 Dick Savage, full name Richard Fabian Savage, was orphaned at the age of twelve when his parents and sister drowned in a boating accident. Both lots of grandparents lived far away and didn't hold out an adoptive hand to him because all four were aware of his unruly behavior already had resulted in his four appearances in the Juvenile Court. So mu...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 2' is a continuation of my surprisingly well-received first attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. Obviously, I learned nothing from the first as, in this story, I continue to ride roughshod over preconceived notions and the 'established guidelines' of the genre. Mea Culpa. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the ba...
It was an easy road to drive and Bradley Rogers, Brad to his family and friends, was relaxed and comfortable behind the wheel. The air-conditioner was flooding the vehicle's interior with cold air to keep the hot Texas afternoon at bay, the wheels were rumbling a steady rhythm on the macadam...and he was alone with his bride of only twelve months. He and Ash...
===================== Cult 101: Defining Your Cult's Purpose and Establishing Moral Authority Alright, this one's a little 'out there' and I imagine I may piss off a few people along the way. Remember, it's only a joke, so lets not get too crazy. This is an entry in the April Fools Story Contest, 2016. I hope you enjoy it. ===================== I held...
I was 18 years old, and my life was over. My folks and I moved to this small town in the rural South called, of all things, Watley. I should've been pissed off about that move. I was heading into my second year in junior college, turning 19 soon. Most of my friends had already left for big universities; if I'd bothered to get better grades in high school, I...
Acknowledgement: I'd like to express my gratitude to Snooper for taking the time to critique the original draft of this story. I want to thank this editor for their advice and guidance, both that which I took, and that I didn't. Chapter 1 Matthew Moore completed the house around midyear 1870. He had begun construction of the home he was building for his fu...