The village was in trouble. The fields had not yielded any healthy crops. The well had become contaminated, and only recently had the village physician declared it clean. That was his last act, as the next day they found him keeled over in the middle of the street. The pox had claimed him. Now there were fears it would spread, and the supply of medicine in t...
Thank you to all the wonderful people who have supported me with their feedback. Thanks most of all to Amanda, my recent source of inspiration. I am already working on Part II. ********** After high school graduation, I was still very innocent about sex. I had a serious relationship for almost two years (as serious as something can be in high school) with...
This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission. * As the howling died, I kept a w...
Dusk was falling and Audrey needed to get to town before nightfall. It was faster to go through the woods, but Grandma had always told her to stay away from those woods. To avoid them above anything. It was her best friend's 21st birthday and Audrey didn't want to be late for the celebrations. If she takes the trail through the woods, she can be there in n...
"It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels." - St. Augustine * Mary Ann Kamargian was a rough young woman. She had no use for nonsense or social convention and navigated the world on her own terms. Her family lived in squalor in a rundown house by the lake and she was the de facto mother to her younger brothers,...
Author's Note: I don't profess to be an expert on a creature that may or may not even exist. Some of the things you'll read in this story have been read, watched, and listened to online by me (the Ohio howls for example). On the other hand, some of the things in this story are from my imagination. So please don't be upset if certain "facts" are inaccurate. A...
Many people loved reading our first story of me having a walk naked and we loved the reactions! Talking about it, hubby suggested me to write it down myself this time. At first I was not sure, but in time the idea of sharing my experience and feelings looking back at our holidays aroused me and that's how I started writing this down for you all to read......
"Evie! Where are you!" You hear your mother Jana call out for you. Sighing you roll your eyes and get up from your little hide away in the edge of the woods where you liked to read. It was quite quiet there. You had just been reading about the history of the kingdoms of men. "Coming mother!" You yell out as you rush along the path to the...
~~~~~~~~~~ desolation Function: Noun 1. the action of desolation 2a. grief, sadness 2b. loneliness 3. devastation, ruin 4. barren wasteland - Merriam Webster Online ~~~~~~~~~~ It was 5:00 AM when the alarm went off. Rene Ballinger moaned loudly and then cursed loudly and plaintively before she rolled over and hit the snooze button. She didn't even ope...
Jerry Moss was a man/boy on a mission. He was determined to wiggle his worm in the pond that he had fished when he was a little boy. It wasn't that he was such a devout fisherman, in fact he had no desire to pull the scaly things from the water at all. He was being drawn to the pond, like the bluegills had been drawn to his bait ten years before. He was pull...