Pulling up to Emma's house I waited in the Astra and put some music on. It was one of the cleaner streets I had been on. There were trees where I had parked, saplings held with stakes in the earth, one every forty metres on both pavements. The bins had been put out for tomorrow. I saw a fluttering of curtains in the window of Emma's house and recognised th...
|1.0 "Scout Ship Atalanta for Pathfinder actual," a young woman's voice said. "Pathfinder here," a deeper, avuncular voice replied. "Good morning, kiddo. Bright eyed and bushy tailed already?" "Good morning yourself, Pathfinder. My pilot is certifying me as active and operational. We're good for an on-time launch separation. I didn't wake you up or anyth...
Firstly, let me apologize to the few of you out there who have been kind enough since my last chapter to keep on me to carry on. Work, Love and Pursuit of the Mighty Dollar kept getting in the way, but here we are. I also apologize for the length, but hopefully it's worth the read. For those of you who have just stumbled upon the series, I'd suggest you at l...
Featuring a great deal of BDSM. Mostly F/f FF/f. Body modification. Pretty serious 'Ds' situations and plenty of sex. Has a plot, some character development and a nasty twist at the end. This is a first person novel length story that I wrote for my own amusement a few years back. Some of the characters and situations were then changed as a third person vari...
Thanks to Lunarlilith, GCMIVB4, BD88, JB, and Trimtab for editing assistance, as well all the other helpful souls. I couldn't do it without you. Fair warning, this story contains themes of pseudo-incest. Enjoy. *** Previously on Endangered Chris and the team return from Brazil, and Radek's demonic origins are finally exposed. The brood resolves some int...
Greater New York Jinro could see cranes dancing in the imperial garden at Kyoto. Their antics, wings flapping, necks dipping and gyrating, were graceful, choreographed by evolution over thousands of years. The vision was faded like an old photo or distant memory. He'd left Japan with to live with his American father when he was 9, and filled his head with t...
This is my entry for "On The Job" 2020. I decided to challenge myself after a conversation with an online acquaintance, and write a story completely devoid of the verb "to be" and any of its conjugates. As such, I only use this verb when characters speak or think, to keep dialect as accurate as possible. This is a very long story with a lot of character and...
Preface: This is a story I've been working on for some time; my re-introduction to writing after some personal things in my life took the craft away from me for a little while. It started with no story, no plot, just the first line, which you'll read if you choose to continue on. The story ran on pretty much balls-to-the-wall from there, and in the meantime...