The Drifter Thrusts Ahead By Westerntiger It was early morning as the drifter sat in the car watching the house of his newest enemy. A man stupid enough to cross him and take from him what was rightfully his. A man whose life he was about to destroy. The drifter always got even, and today would be no different. When he was done with his plan, the very struc...
The drifter sat in the bar of the Four Seasons Hotel in Dallas enjoying a glass of very nice French wine. His suit was Prada, his shoes Kenneth Cole. His hair was perfectly cut and styled. Everything about him spoke of money and power. Yeah, this was a much nicer life-style, then hitch-hiking across the country. Yes, luxury is a much better way to live. He s...
Edited by PennLady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. Qiang pushed his head through the tunnel opening. The webbing snagged on his antlers and stuck to his mane. He shook his head and pushed further in. The web should have broken down under his force, but instead tangled around him. He shuddered. This was not working. He foc...
Susannah shivered as the wind howled outside the castle. It had gotten so violent of late, she could swear that she felt the stone of the castle itself tremor. The cold, stone walls channeled the wind, making each gust feel like a spirit passing through you. In some way, the weather reflected the changing mood of the land. In the eight years since Jeanette h...
"Oh. My. God," breathed Carol, wide eyed as she digested the news. "I know, right!" laughed Amber as she took another sip of her coffee. "I thought our perfect little Katie was just a secret slut. I had no idea she was a sly little minx whoring herself out for college grades!" "Oh, come on guys, it's not whoring, they're just small favors..." protested Kat...
It was exactly five days after Madison posted her sexy pictures to Facebook that she made her next move. In those five days, she checked and re-checked the internet for signs of her pictures. She searched the porn site she loved so much, searched Google, and even tried a reverse image search, but nothing surfaced. Every hour almost, she went to porn sites an...
"Have you got a location?" "Not yet, Captain. The signal is very faint, and drops out a lot, but it's modulated like it's got what must be the ship's entire reactor driving it." The comms officer has drafted the astrogator and his assistant, and the three of them are tapping feverishly at their consoles as they try to find the signal's source. "Can you giv...
"I still can't believe you can do that," Amy said to me. I lay out on the gym floor, preparing for our morning workout. My girlfriend was staring at me, shaking her head, as I collapsed upon my upper thigh in an extended stretch. "Practice, my dear, practice," I winked. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said. "While it's impressive, it's just not right." My eyes s...
Submission. It's an interesting word, isn't it? Submission. What comes to mind when you think of it? Weakness? Passivity? Consider that even the Latin root of the word translates to 'lowering oneself'. Maybe that's why, initially, I fought so hard against thinking of my self, aligning myself if you will, with that word. If someone were to describe to you...
An hour later, just past dinner time I made my way into our large home. The feeling of being without Loni was like a heavy weight upon me. Her missing laughter caused an echoing silence. I put down the digital video camera and made something to eat. While eating I plugged the camera into our large screen television, and pushed ‘play’. Across more than half...