Trenton gripped his sword tighter, continued to creep through the dark, his eye's darting back and forth. He knew that his prey was hiding in this dank catacomb, he just had to find her. He was hundreds of feet below the city, even below many of the sewers and underground aqueducts. He had continued chasing her down from the surface and though he had nearly...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. * I settled back, sipping my ale. They were looking at me expectantly, so I finally offered, "When I'm hungry, taking what I need from some rich bastard who never earned it and has too muc...
Lying on our big bed I watched my girlfriend's face closely. A few strands of her blonde hair had fallen out of the bunch she was wearing it in and had drifted across her face. Sweat had smudged her mascara slightly and left a sheen on her delicate face. The painted fingernails of her right hand were bunched in the sheet like she was afraid of falling away f...
Sitting on the toilet. A great place to clear my head. Another fight with the old lady. What was it about this time? We touched on everything. Jealousy, laziness, money, futures, everything. Didn't matter what started the fight, the next fight would start on something else, end on something else, but it was always the same fight, the everything fight. A ch...
It is the summer of discontent, and this is assumed by the conclusion of the sloth- sloth being the angry pre-years of high school. Graduation day brings sincerity of glee in the minds of all the seniors (still ‘technically’ unable to buy a beer) at the handshake administered by the administrator and the paper, diploma stuffed in the other hand. Caps fly hig...
This story is based upon real events in 1975. Jean pounded on the steering wheel of her old Rambler sedan, "Shit, shit, shit!" Her heart was pounding after skidding into a water-filled ditch. She tried hitting the gas, but the tires just spun. Torrential rain beat on the car and obscured her view of the desolate country road. A large tree branch slammed in...
Chapter 01 Women of Starfleet The last thing in the Galaxy Dr. Beverly Crusher had any interest in was a conference regarding, 'Women of Starfleet'. The very title represented those females, both human and non-human, who still felt there was a gender issue to be flogged. In her view, the only thing sixth wave feminists were accomplishing was to make women...
A letter had reached the Abbey of St. Adelheid, the renowned temple-fortress of the Sisterhood of the Dauntless Rose. The contents of the missive were dire. Its sender, a distraught magistrate from a remote village near the eastern border of the Kingdom of Saxen, wrote of a putrid monster that terrorized the settlements around the shadowy wetland known as th...
As Samantha Watson sped down the motorway she played her music as loud as she could bare it. She tuned everything else out, only glancing in her rear view mirror now and again, never expecting to see anything out of the ordinary. It was with one of these glances that she noticed the red and blue lights flashing behind her and the police car rushing to catch...
**The following is a messy fetish story. It contains mud, muck unwashed-ness and general grossness. So if that's not your thing skip it. If it is, keep going** * Savannah sighed as she got into the airport. It was deep in South America. She was looking to find some jungle ruins, explore go into the wilderness, all on her lonesome. However as she waited lon...