I got good grades in Classical High School, Providence, Rhode Island not because I was endowed with great brains, but because I studied hard. Basically all I did was study and play a little High School football, but to say I was the best back-up running back for Classical wasn't saying much. I wanted to date but that didn't go far since I was tagged "Mikey t...
Ch. 2 -- Arthur's Test "Another... time?" Merlin asked in wonder. "That is correct." "How did you manage this?! What sorcery did you use?!" Merlin demanded, grabbing Dave's shoulders. "None! I have n-no idea how I came to be here!" Dave stammered. "You expect us to believe that you are here by mere happenstance?!" "Whether you believe it or not is irre...
Many thanks to Chilleywilley for editing this story The "Mole Mob" what spread fear in our small Scandinavian town was probably the best joke in those thousand years that this small town had existed. It began with an article in the local newspaper in which a man by name Rupert Albert Timmer demanded an immediate closing of the popular dance hall in town....
Ch. 12 - Le Mort D'Arthur "Unh... shit... where am I?" Dave sat up, rubbing his temples with his fingers to try and soothe his throbbing headache. Around him he saw nothing but darkness. "What happened?" "What happened?! You have ruined EVERYTHING! THAT IS WHAT HAS HAPPENED!" a voice roared. Dave sprang to his feet in time to see Igraine's incoming...
This is a story of the old Hong Kong of a generation ago, of a gateway between West and East, of a place of unique people with unique attitudes. A century from now, this will all be a vague memory, a rumor among other rumors in abandoned texts. Chapter One. At the moment, Laura Scanlon is alone in the airplane, seated near the window, her eyes on the darke...
Returning home from work for the third time since this latest odyssey had started, found me nervous with anticipation. What had been the itinerary today? The house was unlit when I arrived, after a particularly gruelling day of meetings bloody meetings. Alice's car was present but not Madeleine's. Madeleine's couple of days were already 50% over estimate. Pa...
Paris, France February, 1915 It was cold, bitterly cold, as I turned up the collar of my overcoat and walked out of the embassy into the gathering gloom of the late afternoon. On impulse, I decided to turn down the little side street that was so familiar and visit Marcel's again. I hadn't been there since my return to France a few weeks earlier, and I fou...
Author's Notes: This story is erotic fantasy written by Etaski. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Etaski 2010 This story is Star Trek fan fiction, written on request by a reader here on Lite...
If you want something 'hot' from the outset this is probably not for you. This is essentially a 'romance'. The basis of this story is the notion that we can be redeemed through love. I was motivated to use a shorter form after reading the story 'Home is Where the Heart Is' by lovecraft68, which I'd recommend. My use of 'Jamie' as the protagonist is a nod in...
September, 1916 Paris, France It was a Monday, when my life took a significant turn. I had completed my morning exercise at the embassy and had arrived in my office when I was summoned to Mr. Stark's office for what was described as an urgent meeting. This in itself was not unusual, as I spent almost half my time in the ambassador's company, discussing e...