(Part Two of The Brat's New Roller Skates) Eighteen year old Emily White was the only daughter to her small town's widower Baptist minister. This small riverside community was dull, at best. Especially now as the Depression sunk even lower, many people were forced to live as migrant workers leaving the town feeling a little deserted. Emily was a tom-boy at...
Out on the street she blended right in with the rest of the earth folks, in a crowd you could never pick us out. We walked down the sidewalk holding hands and it struck me how normal everything felt, like we were just running out to do a little shopping. "So what's first on the list?" I asked as I leaned over to try to see the spaces between the lines on t...
Please leave comments for me. Thank you! (Diolch.) ***** Vadya climbed out of the saddle, looking warily at the people standing at the top of Castle Sietter's steps. All around him, the sunny cobbled courtyard was full of the van H'las retinue dismounting and Sietter servants taking their horses' reins or going to give a hand to H'las servants unloading p...
Werewolf lives a dog's life. Hola peeps. In my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? This time I set the record straight about a yarn that has existed among the inhabitants of a small town near the Gum Swamp Creek Nature Preserve. Longtime residents swear that werewolves live in the d...
Author's note: the following story takes place in a fictional world created by a client. In this world there is a small independent country in North America called Haven, and the majority of its inhabitants are futanari, which are female humans who possess male genitals. ***** Sarah Grimlock pulled her wide van into a rather narrow parking spot, so narrow...
At its kernel, the Empire spawned from the joinder of three kingdoms -- Sizwe, Swaga and Bezi. Of these, the role of the Swaga was most critical. The essential martial nature of herding tribes must never be disparaged; a truth the Magisterium need remember when treating with such peoples. - musings of Amanakar San, scribe to the Golden Magisters, 3105 by th...
Rowena didn't swear. She never had done and thought those women who did lacked the intelligence and vocabulary to communicate properly. But today! To call it a bad hair day was an understatement. It seemed everything had gone wrong, which was why she had stayed late at the office to try and put things right; why she was driving home in the dark, her wiper...
Jul 12, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Six "Highway Murders" Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on June 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincide...
We had nearly reached a year of our special relationship. The weather was cold again, and snow was threatening. I often think back to our first night together, and all the other times between then and now. The teasing, exploring, pleasing, and the surprises. At some recent point, we realized we were living it up a little too much. She mentioned that we had b...
This is the (rather long) final chapter in the story of our sexual break in Wales. It involves exhibitionism, lesbianism and Wam, I hope you enjoy the telling of it. We are a married couple of ten years and this is the story of a break in the country we enjoyed with out our two boys, who are living it up with my parents. We in the meantime are seeking to l...