A small white bird flies by, catching Jeorge’s attention. He stops his march to look up at the sky, sticking his tongue out to taste the falling rain. What was once a small ritual used to conjure memories of his long past youth, is now a **** yet futile attempt at survival. The bitter taste in his mouth another grim reminded of how much had been lost. “Keep...
Hello. First submission. Apologies if unsatisfactory. Comments appreciated. * Crunch, pit pat, crunch. Ah. Crunch, pit pat pit pat. Crunch. It was the same rhythm every time. As I strolled down the untouched path in the forest, my dog would take a few quick steps ahead. The forest was typically quiet when I walked my dog, whom I address as Felix by the wa...
Hammer planted the head of his hammer in the soft ground and ran his hands through his hair, spreading sweat over the dark brown mane. He breathed deeply, letting the cool, crisp air fill his lungs and cleanse him from the inside. The barbarian was beginning to remember much about this land. His former tribe had roamed near here, hunting and scavenging from...
Sep 7, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Nine A Fresh Assignment Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on June 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincid...
Chapter 2: Atonement and Purification I The first afternoon's engagement left us exhausted. D giggled at how wobbly her legs felt on the way to the car. Here, outside our playground, there was no evidence of her slutty persona. Her sweetness, the hint of shyness, is endearing. Her self-presentation - post-emo with a penchant for plaid skirts, reminiscent o...
Welcome, thanks for viewing my little story. If you have any suggestions for a thread feel free to hit me up, I'd love to hear them. CHAPTER ONE A QUEST It was a moonless night in the forrest of Dath. The thick tree canopy of countless dark oaks would have blocked the light of even the brightest harvest moon. This didn't bother our hero all that much, he was...
Trips to the temple begin with a purification ritual in the temple's entry facilities. As participants must be purified before entering the temple proper, they are blessed here. The facilities are modern, unlike the temple's mix of classical and modern architecture. Participants first show their temple recommends to a clerk. Though the clerk is not dressed i...
A strong urge to pee woke Xela. She didn't really like using the chamber pot, pissing out her window was more fun. The window was in an alcove and it made sort of a bench. Xela stepped up onto the bench and raised the window sash. Squatting in front of the open window she began to release a strong stream of pee into the yard below. But something was strange,...
Just a friendly note from the author here. This story serves as the end of the two series tale that began with The Pleasure of being Emily. If you're looking to get off to the fun that goes on in some of the other stories, I recommend you, you know, read them first, or, if you've read them before, again. This is more of a clincher, tying loose ends and prope...
Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. I was one of those kind of scoutmasters that believed that the boys should be able to try virtually any healthy activity, such as camping and hiking, etc. Because of this we camped once a month, rain, snow, shine, heat etc. We also sent teams to backpacking trips and canoe tri...