As Emily Garrison made her way to 412 Old Homestead Place, she couldn't help but feel how wet between her legs she had become. This was nothing new, though, as she always gotten wet when she made her way there. Today was a bit different, though. Today, it was like someone had poured melted chocolate between her legs; that's how thick her issuance had become....
A quiet day it was for me and the misses was out of sorts again, bitchin' about most and anything that came to mind assuming she had one. I done called Bobby Ray as the sun was apt to set over the bayou and we jumped into the old International for some crawdadin'. The skeeters were particularly nasty and the heat was sweltering even after the quiet set in,...
Harley looked down at the homestead. For all the unexpectedness of coming across a farm or building of any kind in this region, it didn’t look out of place. A simple one story structure, probably housing two rooms. A ragged fence, a small shed, a few cattle and some chickens. The only odd feature was a grave, marked with a wooden cross, on a slight rise to...
He stood before me, silver hair glistening in the moonlight. I'm not sure what made me think he was a male but I knew that he was. His yellow eyes staring at me, yet they were softened and full of expectations rather than curiosity one would find in most wolves. From my position on the ground, he stood tall and proud, only his head inclined towards me. I als...
This story takes place in the near future after a brief nuclear war. There is a lot of plot, so if looking for instant gratification look elsewhere. The story follows the survivors in a fictional town with references to non-fictional places. Travis Outside Hardstorm: August 1st, 2052. Travis looked out through the window of the SUV. The rain pelting the...
Chapter 1 The semi-crippled owner of the 183,600-acre cattle spread, Matilda-Eyre Station, in nor-western South Australia, Ritchie Rogers, called for a meeting of all 22 employees at 11.30 am that day to hear about changes to the running of the huge station (ranch), that covered just over 287 square miles of principally semi-arid land. The mainly males arr...
CHAPTER 2 I had been driving for about 3 days when the weather really turned nasty with a lot of thunder and many close lightning strikes. Thank God I was almost home. I had just turned north out of Hill City toward the old ghost town of Silver City on Highway 385 when a particularly bright flash lit up the front of my truck, causing me to swerve off the ro...
My middle daughter, Allison, and her three kids were entertaining guests at my waterfront home. I've been a widower for a few years, and all four of my kids still come by often to play at the old homestead. Frequently they bring friends along. I only have a few simple rules; one of which is that little kids cannot be left unattended at the beach. Lisa Mu...
The castle walls came into view as she watched the horizon open up before her. The morning sky was a gloomy grey as the carriage moved along the path leading to her 'new home'. Her heart was pounding harder and faster than the hooves of the horses that carried her along as she contemplated her future. Trevor McShane was a wealthy and powerful man and her fat...
Turn right on the lane. Go over the bridge, past a cluster of trees we refer to as "the woods", round the curves, and continue on this old country road. You come around the last bend, and there it is. The farm. The old homestead. All you can see is trees. Summer is upon us full force. The only thing that shows it's more than another clump of "woods", is...