Just a fore warning there is a little bit of content that may discomfort some people. Feel free to skip it. I did not go into too many details though as to keep my readers comfortable. Enjoy... **** The next morning **** Patrick woke before Chelsea and decided to start packing up the clearing. He was putting the last of the cooking equipment into his pac...
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks...
Alan awoke hours later rubbing his face he looked around the room, "Hopix?" he said on the outside chance she was back. Dejected he hung his head, he was glad she was back with her family but all of this seemed senseless without her, huh? Had he just thought that? I should slap myself Alan thought where in the hell were those ideas coming from? How could he...
Hey readers, hopefully this is just the first in a series, but one never knows. While this story deals with telepathy, it doesn't involve actual mind control- yet. All characters are aged 18 or over and all that. ***** People to some extend had always believed in mind-reading, foresight of the future, or the ability to move things by sheer thought; and may...
Edited by the awesome NaokoSmith, to whom I am massively grateful. Chapter 2 – An exchange [of power] "I can't believe you took on a Templar with that toothpick of a fucking sword and then got your other toothpick sucked. The gods smile on you, you lucky bastard." Beren was laughing, although he disagreed with almost everything his Captain had done since...
Even though it was early evening, she made a pot of fresh coffee, made with that chicory blend special ordered from New Orleans. It had been a beautiful day, but now that the sun had disappeared over the horizon, a cool breeze filled the air. She poured the thick black liquid, half-filling her cup, adding scalded milk to simulate café au lait – not as good a...
My name is Fred. I am in graduate school in History at a Large Midwestern State University known for its outstanding basketball. I grew up in-state here in a mid-sized fallen industrial town. My town used to have factories. They are all in China now. I'm a mongrel. A little Polish, German, English, Italian and whatever mix accumulated in the family tree ove...
This is the first time I try my hand at switching perspectives. I prefer not to do that, but for this chapter it felt inevitable. ***** As I put another bag of silver on the carriage, it was finally full. Ebba and I had been going back and forth several times to get as much silver as my poor horse Maggie could drag. Now there was finally no room for more....
It all began when my wife Shelly went back to school. She had grown tired of being a stay-at-home mom, and when our daughter, Alicia, began high school, Shelly figured that it was time for her to finish her degree and join the workforce. She had never been much of a student in the first place (which is why she dropped out of college during her freshman year)...
The ship was sailing on the ocean on a calm night just after sunset. She was standing next to the captain when the cry came out from the crows nest. "PIRATES!" The captain looked to her and told her to go below deck. She went below, her tail swaying behind her. She went to her room and looked around worried. Pirate attacks weren't uncommon but she'd never b...