This story is paired with my story "The Climbing Tree!" For the greater part of the text they are the same story, however the two tales have different outcomes. For the convenience of the reader I have clearly marked the point of divergence, where the individual stories go their separate ways. If the "The Climbing Tree!" is fresh in the reader's mind, they m...
At The Garret Manor On A Dark And Stormy Night: "I'm severing all blood ties with my nephew..." "Mr. Garret. Is that what you really want to do, Sir?" "Lands, I hired you as a lawyer, so do some goddamned lawyering and quit asking stupid questions!" "Yes Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." The flames crackled and danced in the huge fireplace of Garret Manor, casting...
I never really enjoyed going to camp growing up, so I'm not sure why I made the decision in the spring of 1995 to become a counselor that summer. I suppose I could blame it on pressure from my parents to get a summer job, or my dad's insistence that being a counselor could teach me valuable leadership skills before my freshman year of college began that fall...
Author's note: I wrote this story seven years ago and published it on a different forum. Since then I made some alterations to it which I believe has made it a bit better. Please enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Prologue Ulfr was a pure-blooded werewolf from the Forest Mountain. He was a large man, tall and muscular, black hair falling in...
The dropship was... ugly, Roy decided, watching the screen that was mounted onto the bulkhead next to the boarding bay. The walls of the bay were a bright, pristine white. Tami and Kyo were clad in the same gray protective suit that he was wearing. The clothing felt strangely restrictive on his skin after all this time. The screen showed the dropship as it...
Let me start by saying I love teachers. Many of my dearest friends are teachers. Y'all have a depth of patience that I cannot begin to fathom. This story came about in 2014. Several nights in a row the news told me of some new case of a teacher messing with a student. Ten cases, eight were perpetrated by females. Even as I wrapped the story up news broke of...
**This article is for internal use only. Not for release outside the Institute, except as required by law.** My Interview with the Professor by Stephanie Weingarten The first notes I have are from my walk-in to her Fabrics and Materials class. My visitor's tag was waiting, and I was soon wandering the elegant but functional halls. As befit (I have to avo...
The room was heaving with bodies, some famous, but mainly music exec types and those looking to land themselves a contract or a rock star for the night. I was glad. All my hard work had paid off. I hated event organising and I'd really expected when I took this job 18 months ago, that the work would be more of the hands on personal assistant kind the job spe...
[note: this completes the story, with a new chapter presented here with the original, earlier chapters. I'd consider this a version 1.0 effort for now, too, and at about 115 pages, it's not a short read. Also, while there are loose romantic elements, I'd consider this more sci-fi and properly considered as belonging in the non-erotic category.] Mystères élé...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...