Author's note: This segment is dedicated to a special friend who just returned home from deployment with the military in Afghanistan. He provided both the inspiration and motivation behind this story line. And, while I thank him for that I also sincerely thank him and the thousands of other military men and women who go above and beyond every single day to p...
This is the twenty-sixth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter XVII Post-piercing play ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest...
Chapter 12: Coming Back to Earth Denis arrived home late Wednesday afternoon and we enjoyed another wonderful meal prepared by Cassie. It was her tradition to welcome her husband home from any road trip with something special, and I was the lucky addition to that table. After the meal and cleaning up the dishes, Denis and I retired to his study for a conver...
All characters involved in the following story are over eighteen. Please note that this is a work of fiction, not based on any real persons or places, and certainly not intended to excuse acts of non-consensual sex under any circumstances. Do not read on if you are likely to be offended by explicit material. Copyright© 2016 ArbagastLives. * * * * How Nei...
My name is Francesca Karin Aadland Romanetti and I am the leader of the people of the "Good Kingdom," the mountain valley paradise that is known to the native Tibetans as Swarga Loka, which is its Sanskrit name. My family of sisters and I live on the highest mountain in Tibet, called the Shishma Pangma, where the colossal Himalayan Mountains form a border be...
Patrick's POV I instinctively ducked away from the fireball and the flying debris, raising my right arm as I twisted my torso down and left. I felt the car rock and heard the impacts of objects on it, like hailstones. I gathered myself and sat back up, opening the door and running towards the explosion. I heard the car start behind me and tires screech a...
Peter Parker's apartment had schizophrenia. It wasn't his fault. Not that he'd done much to treat it, his sense of interior decorating having been stillborn. It was that his two roommates had such domineering personalities, yet divergent tastes—they clashed with each other so much, it was no wonder they were dating. Mary Jane Watson was an aspiring Broadway...
As Kristen stepped from the shower she took a towel from the hook on the wall. She used it to wring the excess moisture from her hair and then toweled what was left of the shower from her lean body. She wrapped the towel around her body and then tucked the free end under the edge of the towel to hold it in place. She walked into her bedroom, slid open the cl...
My first impression of the place was that it appeared unlived in. Everything was so perfectly placed, so unsullied by life. Chairs had no apparent depressions from past occupants; coffee table books seemed deliberately angled on pristine tabletops; dried flowers were dashes of contrived colour in contrived places — it was as if the living room had been dec...
My friends would say that I'm a happy go lucky gal, full of energy and bubbling wit. I'll get up to all kinds of crazy mischief as long as no one gets hurt. I'm a yes girl, but not in that office politics bull crap way. My mother always found a reason not to do something. Always looked for an excuse to say no, however flimsy that may be. My rebellion is to...