Welcome back! A small step away from Kal and Sera in the beginning of this one but it accomplishes something I've wanted to do since Book 1 For those of you reading The Runesmith Chronicles for the first time I recommend going back and starting with the first book The Runesmith Chronicles (it's actually Oni and the Farmer but it's too late to change it her...
Chapter Two - The Flop Tiffany's earliest memories are of her as a young boy growing up in the Midwest. To say that her upbringing was difficult would be an understatement. Although not particularly small for his age Tom Robinson was very lithe and almost effeminate in manner. From the outset Tom knew he was different. He began to feel trapped in a body in...
Brian was already standing at the bench in the kitchen that morning, sipping a steaming cup of coffee while reading his morning reports. I tiptoed behind him and slipped an arm around his waist. He leaned back, settling into me and I snuggled in close, my head resting on his shoulder. "You know what day it is, Brian, don't you?" I purred. "Of course. It's...
By: Alex Clayton / Diesel Jester *** Author's notes: This story, and subsequent ones with this title, is based on a drawing concept series and character art done by RoxyRex. Characters and scenarios within this series are done with the permission of the artist. *** MARIA: Another late night as always for Maria as she strode out of the elevators of...
This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. This story idea came to me from a fan who emailed me a summary of his story that is the basis of "The diaries of Jane." Jane is not the name he used in his recounting, but I was instantly reminded of the song Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin and so, the female character instantly became Jane. It's my...
"RUNNNNNNN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES." "Cowards!" Hordakian warrior GR'HNT twirls his battle staff that swirled with crackling energy as his fellow Warriors rush past him. Being the largest of their Fleet he stood proud of his achievements. Even as he witnesses bloody body parts hurling past him he smiles. He was one bloodthirsty son of a bitch. Of course he had...
Author's note: I noticed something peculiar when I went through my story. I messed up the timelines and some few things I wanted to retcon like abilities and some scenes. In my defense, when I started this story I was deep in fantasy land and wrote whatever that came to my mind, this turned out to be a mistake. By the start of chapter four, I had a more stru...
Note: This story is a re-telling of Aurelius1982 Indian Wife is a Diwali Night Treat from the wife's perspective. One of his readers. Mili, sent him a suggestion for having the wife's narrative too, similar to my first story which Aurelius helped with. He asked me to do it, so here it is. Obviously, the main characters are Aurelius' creations and he deserves...
The week before her mother's arrival flew by. The spare room that Lainie had used for baby-sitting was spotless with all of the supplies tucked safely away in a corner in her room. She hated the additional clutter but reminded herself that it was for a good reason. As she took another look around the room she was filled with happiness, but sadness as well. O...
A girl, incontinent. The woman heard the door creak on its hinges. Pivoting on her heels, she turned to see who entered, her heart racing in sudden anticipation. It was the girl -- naked, oiled. Her hand clutched a black riding crop against her breastbone. The bleak february light sparkled off the jewel dangling from her tit. The girl took only two...