First it was the continuing blackness. Thought had stopped for some reason, frozen, but Michael wasn't even aware of this. His mind stopped existing, at least for the next unknown period of time. Like a corpse. Some would say that he was dead at that moment, lacking all of the vital signs such as a heartbeat, brain activity, breathing and body heat. Cold as...
'It wasn't always like this. I was part of a majestic matriarchy which resided on a small scenic island. Our tribe basked in the glory of abundant sunlight and natural resources. My role in the society was that of a gatherer. We would scavenge for anything useful after the brave hunters had dealt with threats inside the jungle. Subsequently, we would craft n...
To Market, to Market Alyssa had made quota and then some. With the cooperation of her stable of six and her four volunteers, she was able to milk not only the 700cc collection Morena needed, but to beat it by 150cc. And it was all Grade AAA or better. Once everything was packed in the refrigeration rigs for transport, she called all the men together. "...
At 10:30 in the morning, Kyle McAdams was feeling rather pleased with himself. He'd gotten up at dawn, run a 10K, showered, eaten breakfast, updated the commune's business plan and even made his rats' nest office/spare bedroom neat and tidy. He was taking a long, satisfied look around it when he heard Melissa Koenig's voice through the open door. "My, aren'...
The Ravens #1- Siege at Mermaid Beach 10:45 am Mermaid Beach Island Nation of Xenobia Looking to the Indian Ocean on a clear sunny afternoon, Vanessa Vander, a 5'9, 34-24-34 woman in her early thirties with long wavy dark brown hair, walks naked on the sandy grounds of the clothing-optional Mermaid Beach wearing only her sunglasses and a layer of sun tan o...
My name is Paula Jean-Guillaume. And today is my wedding day. To most young women, it's one of the happiest days of their lives. To me, it's a day of apprehension and uncertainty. Such is the life of a Werewolf in North America. Yeah, that's what I am. Not that you would know unless I told you. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, curvy, with dark brown ski...
The laws of my people must change. Those are the thoughts running through my head as I run for my life. The name is Albert Saint Preux. Son of RCMP Sergeant Mathieu Saint Preux and schoolteacher Anne D'Avignon. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I am also a Lycanthrope. What you ordinary human folks like...
Claire, she was beautiful in the eyes of every one who passed by her. She'd considered herself a goddess really, being in the peak of womanhood, having a body that was hard-earned with years of exercise, effort, and a whole plethora of amazing genetics. She never imagined she'd find herself here... now, with all that she is. Think of it? Claire, a beautiful...
Claire, she was beautiful in the eyes of every one who passed by her. She'd considered herself a goddess really, being in the peak of womanhood, having a body that was hard-earned with years of exercise, effort, and a whole plethora of amazing genetics. She never imagined she'd find herself here... now, with all that she is. Think of it? Claire, a beautiful...
"So, this is what I really look like?" Jade marvelled, turning one way and then the other as she looked at herself in the four mirrors. John watched her from one side of the walk-in wardrobe, and smiled as he replied, "Still just as beautiful as ever, little catgirl." She turned to grin at him, her cute nose wrinkling as she did so, and revealing her poi...