I found this in my collection and realized it had been inadvertently deleted from the site and it was not my intention to take it down. I had fun writing it and it allowed me to revisit some old stompiong grounds which still tug hard at the sleeves. A jambalaya pot of bayou experiences... I could still taste the sweetness of the early satsumas as I tossed...
With nothing better to do than watch it rain here in Ann Arbor, I thought I'd kill some time by putting up a tale I posted a while back on another site. Two thousand years ago Quintiles Varus lost three Legions and an uncountable treasure in the forests of Germany. Now, some of that gold has begun to turn up in Paris and the "Organization" is getting paid...
Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings with a beautiful elven woman cuddling up against me was a novel experience, to say the least. Luckily, I never suffered from that cliche 'waking up without remembering' thing, so after a moment to examine Rhaliyah's sleeping form, I closed my eyes again and started to think. Unless I was having a psychotic break or an ex...
The Dark Lady - Ch 11 - Terror in the Night Turns to Joy in the Morning Back in my office after lunch, I still had a glow from the incredible organ recital. Clemmie arrived and said, "I got Greg to give me the FBI guy's number and invited him to come to the dinner incognito. Told him he would be more useful inside than lurking around outside. He accepted."...
We spent almost all of January getting the house ready to sell. In my mind I had begun calling it Faith's House. It seemed to make leaving it easier. We gave all of Faith's clothes and things to Goodwill, as well as some household goods, like our bed. We went to Cambria every weekend. By the end of the month two things were sure: Our house was on the market...
I saw her sitting on the bench near the boat ramp. She was watching the shore birds feed in the shallow water. She was quite lovely and caught my attention right away. I backed my boat down the ramp and launched it. Being by my self it meant that I had to back down until the boat was just about to float off. Then I put my truck in park with the parking bra...
This request came from a gentleman in Spain. He went to the trouble of sending me an extensive plot scheme. It was a cuck story. And I told him that I didn't write those things. But after thinking about it, I decided I needed to move out of my comfort zone. And of course Lit. has 50,000 examples of the exact same plot if I needed a template. So I thought I...
The thunder out over the deep woods was still distant, but rain already pattered on the wooden roof of the charcoal burner's cabin- and into the leak pan on the earthen floor. The storm outside was a warm, comfortable sound. Around the fire, the five strangers were starting to talk like old friends as they passed bowls of venison stew and the half-blind char...
A/N: Updated as of 11/21/2020. Just so you'll know, if you read the story before that date. :) This is a long series, the first arc of which is already completed. If you like it and would like to see more, please don't hesitate to let me know! Enjoy! Special thanks to Ardon G. Fowl, Jack Gwen, Reversal, Swedish Millionaire, and VC whose support made this s...
(Ellie and Tom met each other on a swingers website. After emailing each other a few times and exchanging photographs they began to write this story together. They are now in constant contact by email and telephone but have yet to actually meet each other. Should be fun when they do!) He sat in the darkened kitchen feeling somewhat nervous. A few stray rays...