Another installment of the series and as always I hope you enjoy. Vote. Comment. If anyone knows an editor that would be awesome, still looking for one, thanks and enjoy! Iron Rain Part 11 We stepped out of the car and as we walked to the visitor's center our feet made that soft crunching sound in the freshly fallen snow. It was early morning in the town o...
For as long as I could really even remember, I always had something of an unhealthy attraction to things that were considered myths and legends, and my most favorite of all fantasy creatures to obsess over was the vampire, who had made many different changes through the years...And even became so unrecognizable that it made you wonder how they could be consi...
The Garbage Queens, pt 2 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned. There are mistakes; expect to find many of them. Chapter 26 Mrs. Kim and her two sons, Buddy and Bobby Kim, and her d...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Grayson Bloome knew he was dreaming because he could hear water. A brook. Rushing over the rocks and between the dogwood bushes. He was for sure dreaming. There was no brook close to where he actually lay sleeping—in Room 04 of The Noble Inn, in the sun-baked town of Pitch, West Texas. The only water that ran in Pitch was the kind that came out of a faucet...
I'm sure that in the life of every private detective there comes a day when he is woken up by a pounding on his door. And that, after he foolishly opens the door without looking first, he gets his ass beaten up by three incredible women who were dressing in black vinyl, leather, studded belts, and high heels. Also of course, this theoretical private detectiv...
bookONE : REALities * * * on a gathering storm / comes a tall handsome man / but hidden in his coat / is a red right hand * * * * * * The power runs on sunlight. On a really good day, some of us are allowed into the gym, and we can watch the TV for three hours. Old DVDs. Usually they'll just store it for the lights at night. We have a couple gas gene...
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new versi...
Recumbent Upon a Bed of Thorns Alistair: the final chapter They lie with the warriors, the Nephilim of old, who descended to Sheol with their weapons of war. They placed their swords beneath their heads and their shields upon their bones, for the terror of the warriors was upon the land of the living These sons of Adam had come to my home with larceny in...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No, I do not want an editor. If this bothers you that much, quit reading. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong categor...