Chapter 4: The Warring Sisters Author's Note: Welcome back! I hope you enjoy this new chapter of Fourth Vector. Just as a reminder, I'm not an expert on naval terminology. While I do try to offer a level of realism to fit the story, I do take plenty of liberties on describing the ships and roles. Remember, this is a work of fiction. Don't expect full accura...
Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is pur...
Chapter 6: Reunion ***** Jack awoke two mornings later in a considerable amount of pain. The first thing he did upon stirring from the infirmary bed was clutch at the bandage across his chest, where a throbbing pain made him grimace in agony. The deep wound left by Daimanos' blade across his chest would need time to heal even though Jack wished that he cou...
Author's Note: This is the second book in The Devlin Family series. Be sure to read The Devlin Family and The Devlin Family: Epilogue before you read this continuation. As with all of my writing please check the tags before you continue. If the tags don't interest you please just skip this story. For those who continue on, I hope you enjoy. *** Needless to...
+++++ Redeemers of the Fallen +++++ The following is my entry for the 2019 Halloween Story Contest. This is of course the sequel to the First Place winner from the 2016 contest, Sisters of the Fallen. While not strictly necessary to enjoy this new tale, I highly encourage you to read "Sisters" first so the personalities, histories, and motivations of the pr...
Summary: A proud black MILF is gradually dommed by a racist white coed. WARNING 1: This story includes politically incorrect terms (chief among them the infamous N word, and unlike the term of ironic respect it's used as in my stories about whites submitting to blacks, in this story it's used as it commonly is by racists, as an epithet). If such words or co...
A beat up, half dead Datsun B210 raced down the highway, its engine whining like an old sewing machine with a brick on the foot pedal, leaving behind a blue smokescreen in its wake. The steering wheel shook so badly that the young woman in the driver's seat had to keep her fingers wrapped tightly around it, white knuckled and hanging on for dear life just to...
Authors Note I am indebted to Mostera 1 for casting an eye over this and helping me improv e this story. It happens every Christmas, the radio stations pick a number of festive songs and play them every hour so that we all get heartily sick of them. Often it's Merry Christmas Everybody by Slade, this year the most popular seems to be Chris Rea's Drivi...
Disclaimer: This story contains references to acts performed by fictional characters that might offend some readers. The author ensures that these events were written in as a story telling plot device and as an expression of the tale being told in their imagination, and hopes that the story is neither ruined for the reader nor as a whole by any references...
-------------------- Prologue -------------------- Mackenzie cursed under her breath. The rain had soaked her feet as well as the lower part of her stockings. She put away her flimsy umbrella and went to the ticket machine. The station was very busy, as morning rush hour was upon her. Most people barely gave anyone or anything a second glance, as they we...