Forward: This is a revision of the chapter one to this story. The original first chapter, which you can still read, makes the assumption that a woman could enjoy being raped. Actually we know better. Susan still gets raped in this revision, but it plays out differently. I hope you still enjoy it. Introduction Susan Slattery was proud of herself. Here she w...
My friend Roz is an evil bitch. I say 'friend' but she's not really. I mean, everyone knows Roz -- or knows about her. She's attractive, smart, witty and -- quirky? Weird? In our teens she always had strange and different ideas. If everyone else was doing it, Roz wasn't interested. It had to be new, exciting, bizarre. I'd lost touch with her while I was away...
Francessca and Maurice drove in sexually tensed silence. She looked outside and noticed that they were now in a wooded area. She began to get nervous. She stared at Maurice's stern expression as he drove. "Where are we going?" Francessca asked. Maurice didn't answer. "I'm serious Maurice. Where are we going?" She asked nervously. "You'll see. We're almo...
This is my fan fiction take on what happens after the end of Mass Effect 3. It ties in to my previous story entitled "Mass Effect: Perspectives". I realise that many were highly irate with the endings but this is after. Of course this story assumes the destroy ending was chosen and the relevant stats were obtained prior to the final battle of the game. Nat...
Brody – Celtic/Gaelic; Brother Lamar – German; Famous Land Part 6 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "I can't believe this. I can't fucking believe this. If you had just stayed quiet none of this would have happened." "What do you mean? I was just asking a question. And it was good question, too." " 'Do you think my tunic makes me look fat?' is not a valid question! You kn...
We won't tell him. Ever. He has been so limitlessly sad since Julian died. There is nothing to do but stay next to him and hope he gets over it soon. It is mid-winter now in the fourth year of no more Julian. If he hadn't been under doctor's care, we don't know what would have become of him. He has slit his wrists twice now and sleeps rarely. We take turns...
Jack shook his head as he carefully balanced his load while pushing open the front door and flicking on the hall light. Its loud squeak announced that he was stepping back into time as much as the faded and yellowed rose damask wallpaper that was so old it had actually come back into style. The dark wooden furniture in the front parlor as it was properly cal...
"What are you doing?" Christian looked up as his father approached him. He held an axe over his shoulder with some freshly chopped wood under his arm. Christian smiled widely running to meet his father. "I was hunting." He said earnestly as Julian ruffled his hair with pride, dropping the logs he lifted Christian into his arms. "Where is your mother?" "I...
They'd thrown me into a cell, a level or two down from the main room. It was dank and dark and generally uncomfortable, with not even a bed or a cot or chair. I thought about Marjorie and Charlotte, and I cried a lot. There were some other cells, as best I could make out in the dim light, but they didn't seem to have anyone in them. Time passed. I couldn't t...
The festival of San Fermín in Pamplona was like nothing Holly had ever seen before. Yesterday, she had stood in an ocean of white shirts and red scarves, crushed by stranger's bodies, jabbed at by their elbows, breathing in their smell of their skin. She had been one of half a million people packed together against the old stone walls, jostling and pushing,...