"Harvey, what in the name of all that's unholy do you think you're doing?" I said to myself. Myself pretended not to hear. But that happens a lot when I argue with myself, so I wasn't all that surprised. "Getting involved with a passenger is always a bad idea," I continued, "and I can see where this is going. You're falling for this woman. Falling hard. Yo...
***** Breakfast Friends ***** Sara pulled up to Andrew's house in the pale light of morning, eager to surprise him. She had given a lot of thought about the control he had shown the previous night. Something about it made her curious to see just how much control he actually had. Getting out of her car she walked up to the front door, happy to find that it w...
"You can undress here. He's waiting for you." It was the morning of the 26th. Catherine Ryan was on a flight back to SFO. Sarah and Sophie Scott had returned to their normal routines in Jersey City as Park Place Mailgirls One and Two. Ben O'Neill was likely getting ready for his own return to work in LA. And Erin Ryan O'Neill had been shipped, in a dog car...
Author's Note: The horror genre has always been one of my favorites. I had a great deal of fun writing this one. If you enjoy it, please feel free to vote and comment. Thanks! * The cool fall evening was beginning to turn dark as the sounds of dead leaves crunched underneath our feet. We could see the bonfire in the distance grow bigger with each step and...
Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: This is a Novel 86. Fun and Games. Fred and Sharon entered the bedroom finding the fou...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Those who declare war are willing to kill as many as it takes to reach their goal. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Thanks to NM for his help with Magyar terminology and titles. There is a bit...
Hello Dear Readers.... I struggled with how to present this next story to you. I've riled a few of you up with the way I left some things dangling in the previous story. However, I hope that this gives you at least a partial resolution, and maybe lets you fall in love with Grigory a little more, as he is one of my favorite wolves that I've created. A new ch...
The entire crew was in the Medical Bay, except for Faye, who wanted to be there, but was dutifully monitoring the long-range scans as they approached the Dragon March. They had gathered around the cryostasis pod that contained the ninja who'd attacked them, and the girls' faces were bleak as they stared at the captive woman. Her face was a shattered ruin, th...
This is my 2011 Nude Day Contest Entry. Please read, vote, and comment. Thanks. * It's not a storybook tale, exactly, even though it seemed to start out that way. We were young when we got married; right out of college. We had this fresh perspective on life, ready to make a difference, ready to settle down and raise children in the kind of loving, caring e...
Patricia "What is she talking about?" Patricia asked. She waited for an answer as Simon threw the car in gear. The veins in his arms bulged and he was gripping the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles had drained of color. But it was his silence and the deliberate way he kept his eyes averted that had her stomach in knots. "Simon, what is she talking abou...