Ronald couldn't process what to do. "Empty," he thought, "the whole barn and the fields." He ran his hands through the scruff on his cheek, trying to form a thought. "Theft? Who could steal two hundred head of cattle without so much as a noise? Insurance? Won't be enough. Weeks of missing shipments and a dead market. Now this. This is ruin. Nah, ruin came we...
Our Friday evening began like most others that we had shared lately-fighting the five o'clock traffic, rushing home to grab our bags and head out to the farm. My husband and I had been looking after his parents' place since illness had struck them and they were no longer capable of handling the five hundred acres and the chores that went with the land. We wo...
Dear Senya, Heya, bum! It's your sister. I got your letter—pretty crazy shit! Who'd have thought our shitty racist uncle was loaded, huh? I hope the trip there goes okay. To be clear, I have never heard of this ranch. Sounds pretty sketchy to me—esp. since you're, like, traveling with a frikking ex-pirate! What the fuck do they farm, anyways? Pandas? Bambo...
Abbie Walden sat in the library in a stupor after five hours of intense studying for three major nursing exams. Very exhausted, she did not know how she would make it back to her dorm room on the sixth floor. With the last bit of energy she could muster, she gathered her books, slipped her book bag over her shoulder, and headed out the door. Leaving the li...
Mixed unions, diverse relationships, the union of opposites, a lot of people have a problem with such things. My name is Alexander Valcourt, and in mortal life, I was a police officer in the City of Montreal, province of Quebec. My parents, Etienne and Jeannette Valcourt are immigrants from the island of Haiti and they instilled in me the values of hard work...
"You have arrived at your destination," your phone chimes from the passenger seat of your car, letting you know that your long road trip is finally over. Just to be sure, you grab the paperwork that you'd stashed in the glove compartment and compare the address on it to the number painted on the side of the rusty mailbox next to your car. "36...
By Woodmanone copyright February/2011 Please consider reading the Trilogy of "The Trail West, Winterborn, and The Gathering to better understand how those characters and events flow into this story. Reading Part 1 will set the stage for this continuation of the story. Constructive comments and emails are very welcome and much appreciated. If you like or...
The people have spoken, and here are the poll results: "Mommy" the holstaur vs. Bobbin the hob, straw boss of the Ambrosia Ranch! The following is set deep in the past of the Monstrous Ranch, so you don't need any context to enter into it save the following: Bobbin helps run a ranch of imprisoned monster girls, and the holstaur is one of the most, er, troubl...
My dear sister, Anya, I just realized it's rather irregular of me to use your name when addressing these letters. I think I am beginning to miss you. Are you beginning to miss me stopping by every other day to ask for a loan? Things are only getting stranger here on Ambrosia Ranch, now that I've arrived, but at least I know at long last what's going on her...
One Summer while growing up in the New Jersey Pine Barons I had the strange experience of witnessing a group of wild, bikini-clad, hillbilly type girls engage in a scat fight. I and the brother of one of the girls were up in our tree fort watching as the whole thing unfolded. It started when one of the girls had to go and just squatted down right there and...