"The Evil of Hammond House" by Patrick Donovan © 1996 - Black Angora Press Introduction & Disclaimer This story is not like my others and I debated for some time as to whether or not I should release it. HAMMOND HOUSE does contain the same kinds of detailed passionate and romantic lovemaking people have come to associate with my writing, but...
The jungle outside the smoking remains of the crashed spaceship teemed with life. Charred metal was strewn through the exotic undergrowth. The automatic fire suppressant system slowly oozed to a stop, those robotic arms which had survived Galileo 12's impacted into the uncharted planet discharged the last of the CO-laced foam and retreated into protected pod...
Jackie awoke to a wet, squelching noise. As she looked up, she saw her best friend Miranda riding on top of monstrous behemoth. The elfin brunette's eyes were wide with a mixture of terror and ecstasy. Her short brown hair bobbed up and down as the thick, brick-colored girth plunged into her pussy. Looking in the other direction, Jackie let loose a terrified...
Falthro examined the human kneeling before him. No sign of the evil flavored the man's soul, but evil always conceals itself well. Two of the prisoner's victims were missing. Children, whose mutilated bodies hadn't been found and who might still be alive. Their families had petitioned for Falthro's help. Falthro had sworn by the goddess Dannu to punish the p...
Merica sat in class she just couldn't believe she had made it into college. She had always been smart and that had caused her to be resented by the other girls. Merica could still feel the sting of their comments. "All she dose is study…Thinks she's to good for us…She must be a Lizzey you never see her with a boy friend." Her mind slowly came back to the pre...
A journalist remarked that time will now be measured around September 11, 2001 -- as Before and After. Before, life could be considered normal. After, tens of thousands of people I'd never known nor met became as important to me as family. Other, more personal events had long been coming by the time September 11th rolled around. My love life had been in com...
Author's Note: Sorry for the wait (if anyone's even reading this series), but here's the next part. Introducing the new night elf prisoner, and the return of the lust wyrm! Might not be my best work, but it's mostly a filler chapter. :) ***** Ditharia Moonsinger groaned softly in discomfort, blinking open glowing silver eyes and looking blearily around,...
The antique store owner surveyed today's damage; several grandfather clocks, most of which he could plug for as much as he wanted; (they weren't quite antique, having been made by inferior artisans, but no-one would notice the difference) a rare Jacobean style table, made by one of the original carpenters, complete with provenance; and a large mirror. It was...
I groaned. Jesus, I felt awful. Mother of God, I had the hangover of all hangovers. Gingerly I opened my eyes, and promptly shut them again. Even with the curtains shut the light seared the backs of my eyeballs. I groaned again, and prayed for death; anything to take away the pounding in my head which felt as if a herd of elephants were on the rampage....
I wrote this ages ago, and have never shown it to anyone. Not the prettiest story I've ever penned, I must say. But, some may enjoy it The inside of apartment 667 looks absolutely nothing like the rest of the units in the complex. Stoneworks from a local quarry have been imported to cover the soundproofing material coated on every surface, save the ceiling....