Author's Note: Thanks again to the people who helped me on this. Their help was invaluable. Special thanks to Wetapap and my volunteer editor Angel Love. Mike drove for hours, finally stopping at a bar he used to frequent in the old days. He didn't recognize anyone there, but stayed anyway and drank until Midnight. On the way out, his cell phone rang. He s...
It was about 4:00 one late spring afternoon and I was driving casually up a country road, on the way back to town after doing a soil stability analysis on a rural site. I was coming up on a bicyclist headed the same way, half watching him/her to be sure I wasn't crowding the rider with my F250. The rider was wearing one of those tight, ugly unisex cycling ou...
Abby had seen the valley for the first time in late March, when the weather could only suggest a vision of the summer to come, and the foliage was just a clue to the verdant picture of the valley in high summer. Now in early July, those promises were fulfilled. The trees of Huish Coppice swayed gently to a slight warm breeze, and raised and let fall their le...
"Children," Professor Barnes intoned, "Andrew Wyeth once said, 'I dream a lot. I do more painting when I'm not painting. It's in the subconscious.' Can anyone tell me what that means? Yes, Mr. Kadesky." "Creativity lives in the subconscious. Through the leaks and cracks in our conscious, connections are made that allow our creativity to emerge. The more por...
"Wow! Look at this," Kevin said. "What is it?" Brandi asked. With so many devices around the walls and in cupboards it was difficult to single out just one item. "It's a signed photo of John Norman! Never mind I'll tell you who he is later. Do you want to try out some of these?" he asked. Bringing him down to the dungeon was just a ruse to get him out o...
I have had so many request to know what happens next I felt I needed to be fair and give Kelly a voice. Not everyone will agree with this follow up in the series, but the title should give you a heads up on how this tale will end. Everyone makes mistakes, after all we're all human. I would like to thank winterfoxx for his tireless effort in helping me edit...
Summary: My little series which started here has a re-imagined setting. Between the Human and Monstergirl Empire there is an independent city which does not pay homage to either side. Its Duchess lost the city in a siege against monstergirls. I named it Temirburg. And here is how it changed hands in a siege. Prequel to "This Siege of Mine": ***** 9 years...
The battle, if it could be called that, nearly caught Kei unawares. She had just gotten some groceries, and was on her way back to the house to drop them off before setting off for more domestic wares when the sounds of shouting and steel reached her. Dropping the sack unceremoniously to the ground, she ran towards the commotion. The scene which greeted her...
Well sorry for the delay, but life in Creepyrville is just annoyingly simple. Work sucks, as we all know, and life has a habit of fucking with my program! but enough excuses from me, here ya go! For some of you who now my work by now this might be up your alley, for those who don't well now's the time to famlliarize yourself with what I do. have to shout out...
***Author's note: I want to apologize to all of the people who emailed me and told me that they were fans of the story, as well as the ones who didn't email me. I know that the wait was long for this next chapter. I recently got hurt doing something stupid involving a football and a bunch of 20 year olds. My wife keeps telling me that I should act my age....