I don't think we liked each other at first. Even though I thought Beth was pretty, I assumed she was a dumb Midwestern redneck and she thought I was some Uncle Tom because of my white dinner jacket and my smooth demeanor. The first time I saw Beth she was working as a waitress in the Denver bar where I played piano on the weekend. She was from Iowa and you...
Some of the criticism of my past work has been that the stories were too short. This story on the other hand might be too long for some. I must warn you to not make too hasty a judgement on some of the characters. Cm. Chapter 1: The New Beginning. I stood and stared at the bronze in front of me. There was something disturbingly familiar about it, something...
A/N: I'm working on some errata to correct some of the consistency problems across the series. One which impacts this chapter is helmets. I've kind of flip flopped over how much to include the whole takes off/dons helmets bits, and largely neglected it because it felt tedious to write, so instead I came up with wearing them in sliver form, and activating the...
I dropped down to my knees, throwing my arms over my head to try and protect my face from the glass that never touched me. A wall of olive toned flesh stood between me and the razor sharp projectiles. Nice had used his body to take the brunt of the impact. His teeth were gritted against the pain I knew he must be feeling. The thin cotton covering his back wa...
For a long time I found myself getting up early, sometimes when it was still dark outside, still cold, I rarely bothered to dress, I woke and pulled the covers off my bed and walked naked first up to the bathroom, to sit and piss, to splash some water on my face, then to my little office. I opened the curtains and looked at the day. I loved it when it was st...
This is Part 11 of the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. This is the story of Jim & Marybeth, and eventually others, of course. This might be my last installment. *************** The conclusion of the saga of Jim & Marybeth, & their friends **************** Marybeth wore comfortable clothes to travel in. She met Jerome at the Gare de l'...
Louise Yancy stood up and stretched, it had been another very long night for her. Since her father Victor Yancy died unexpectedly three years ago, she had taken over the care of her mother. It wouldn't have been so bad if her siblings who lived locally would have contributed to her care but they didn't. The only time she heard from them was when they needed...
Thank you loyal followers and welcome new readers. If you like what you read please VOTE and COMMENT. I love to know the stories are appreciated. All characters are over 18 years of age. All players are consenting adults. ***** UNDER THE OLD OAK TREE They finally arrived at the church. Everyone was seated and the service had begun as Jocelyn shuffled do...
Fiction as always. You know the drill...any resemblance to people living or dead, or recognizable events is purely coincidental. The story leaves an opening to continue the story line, but this may well be my last of the series, at least for the moment. Let me know what you think. ******** Arthur sat in the comfortable chair in the master bedr...
(I've started this new fantasy, based on a real need for a new editor. I'm not sure where it will go yet, but have several more chapters in mind, but who knows where one's mind, or libido, may take on. Enjoy, and please leave comments and votes. As always, all rights reserved by the author.) Chapter 2 The next morning, I called Jason and asked him if he st...