Georgia had always been known to be stifling in the summer, but even I was more than a little surprised at the string of oppressively hot days that had been plaguing us for weeks. Even throughout the nights the moisture in the air hung like a wet blanket over our noses and mouths, making it hard to breathe. The temperatures remained at a very warm 75 degrees...
WELCOME TO DETROIT There are fifty shades of gray in the Motor City. And all their names are Death. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. OK, forget about the "best" part. That was when the Huron, Ojibway and the Chippewa still roamed the Lakes, long before Whitey came and the frogs renamed the Indians' Tsychsarondia River "Detroit," which e...
CHAPTER 10 - HOME WITH STEVE AND A NEW CONTRACT Steve was waiting at the Brisbane airport. The week had gone much faster than he had feared. In part, he was more relaxed about the possible dangers posed by her slavery but he had also been buoyed by some of the responses to the hundreds of job applications he had sent out in the past few weeks, gaining inter...
Warning: This wham-episode chapter includes, but is not limited to, a reality blind protagonist, short skirts, exciting plot twists, boobs, body swaps, strap-ons, clothing swaps, oblivious swap ramifications, tits, parties spun wildly out of control, hair swaps, man boobs, woman boobs, make outs, revenge, friendships falling apart, breasts, dance parties, si...
A Roadie's Tale Ch. 02: Sessions Hell of a show that night. I was all ready to go home to the privacy of my tent for the night, but I stuck around. I thought maybe, just maybe... Got more work with Pacific Sibling on their second tour, they had a lot of gear to move so I earned my pay. It's pretty good as manual labour goes, I work in jeans and a t-shirt...
Revenge: Behold the Monster You Created Disclaimer: This is a story about betrayal, hatred, and extreme revenge. It is violent and it is about what happens when a trauma is so severe that a person just snaps. His sanity is lost and reason disappears and the thirst for blood and vengeance consumes him. It is BTB on steroids. This is a work of fiction and has...
Troy had fallen. That once noble city, Pram's glory and the jewel of Troas, would no longer sing her proud songs under the gaze of Mt. Ida. Betrayed by a wooden gift, the invention of the cunning Odysseus, she now lay ashen and desolate, her spirit and her people vanquished by ten years of war and Greek treachery, bringing death and destruction upon all. I...
Ch. 10: Plague and Cure A little girl stood alone in the darkness. Her small body shivered from the chill. She was standing, cold and lonely, in the middle of nowhere. Her eyes tried to penetrate the darkness, yet they failed. She was trapped here, and she could do nothing. She was helpless. The lonely girl began to wander around, trying to find her way t...
by PostScriptor, copyright 2011, all rights reserved The first half of this story is a modern rewrite which closely follows the plot of a story written by an Austrian writer, Arthur Schnitzler. The original story was written in 1894. Schnitzler is best known today as the author of the novella upon which the movie "Eyes Wide Shut' was based. Schnitzler...
"HELLo James Ian." "Ummm! Hi. Desmond right?" "Yes. Forgive my Mother. She will learn her place as I get older." "Place?" If James could physically swallow in his spiritual state he would. He had a very strong hunch that this Reflection was not right in the head. At least he couldn't read the thoughts James had. "You are correct James. But, wrong that I...