Please be aware,this is a work of fiction, all the characters, places and events portrayed in this story are fictional and represents no real persons or places. The author, in no way intends this story to be a argument against established history. As far as I'm aware no creatures such as are depicted in this story exist, except in myths and legends, like ot...
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...
Please allow me to introduce myself. The name is Jack. I am a young black man living in the USA. I'm what you call a bit of an activist. I hate to see people get wronged. Especially men. If you ask me, I think that men are being stripped of their rights in this country. A guy sleeps with a bitch one night and she can do a lot of bad things to him. She can g...
Jackie is a smalltown Montana girl that loved the outdoors. She wasn't into all that girlie stuff, but she wasn't a tomboy either. She was 5'7" with light-brown hair and green eyes. She had a fit body with not so large 34B breasts. With a light tan to top it all off. Suni is a girl born and raised in Hollywood. She was Daddy's girl and always the popula...
CHAPTER 22 As we rode into Hill City, we caused quite a stir. The men started gathering around as we pulled up in front of the courthouse. There seemed to be a lot more weapons showing than normal from what I could see. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one man starting to level a shotgun toward us. I quickly palmed my cross-draw pistol and fired. I hit...
The sky outside was a dismal grey and had been since at least five in the morning when Xinxin's aunt yanked her out of bed and nearly forced a piece of toast down the twenty year old's throat. Even though Xinxin had been waking up that early since grade school she still hated rising before the sun and her mind hadn't been together enough to focus on anything...
September 16, 2014: Sometimes I wonder if my whole life is a caricature. Here I am, a cop in Boston, Irish name, Irish descent, sitting in an Irish bar, drinking beer with other Irish cops. Oh well, I guess that stereotypes have to come from somewhere. I had just closed the books on the Mel Trainor and Shea Gibson murder cases, after they'd been open for d...
The Justice rocked against the anchor chains, as its guns roared, its shots peppering the thick stone walls. Chunks of stone sprayed off the walls, leaving foot deep impressions behind. From the south, MacRae watched as the cannon took shot after shot, until it found the gate. The wood shattered and splintered open with the impact, leaving the castle open to...
This will make no sense unless you read part one. This is entirely fiction. It contains no sexually explicit descriptions but does include some violence. In Part One I told of my wife's infidelity and our subsequent break up. I was off to the bank, to a realtor, to a divorce lawyer then to my parent's house. I was going to retrieve something only I knew...
Even As a child you were gifted, but most people and least of all your self didn't realise how gifted, you were one third Kryptonian, one Third Angelic, and a final third Demonic. You were the heir of both God and Lucifer, A troublesome mix, if you ask me. But you didn't so anyways back to the description. You were raised in Gotham, bouncing around from one...