Hello again! Thanks to all readers and voters. Thank you, El, reviews make my world go round, and I'm glad you like the story so far. Many, many, many thanks to Cassiopeia for her input and her beta-work! But now on with the story! < < <---------------------- > > > Meeting Sorr'an Distant noises disturbed my sleep. It only took a mom...
Hey guys, I know I owe you a Duplicity update and that's coming up soon. This story just kinda spilled out of me so be sure to let me know what you think. The other stories I'm working on like the Nicole and John story and the Suzy and (unnamed) are coming. So hopefully once Duplicity is finished I'll give those my full attention. :) Special thanks to TJ f...
As Dan Wiseman worked his old, worn key in the lock of his office, the corners of his mouth turned up just a bit. “Guess that key’s a lot like me – it still works, but its teeth are just about gone; I guess that’s what forty years of working for the government will do to you.” Of course, the youngster standing beside him couldn’t really appreciate what was...
Aelfric held his elbows pinned to his sides, his face impassive. As king, he could never show weakness, never give such succor to his foes. Worse, it would worry his wife and shame his son. He would be strong for them. Flete walked ahead, leading Aelfric's horse by the reins. "Not much farther." "In distance-" Aelfric gathered his breath against the fire i...
There was a bow and some arrows out by the garbage in the alley when I came home from work. The bow was small, maybe two feet long, and made of some sort of pink plastic or maybe some kind of mineral; something I'd never seen before. There were three arrows in the little quiver, and they were tiny too, but perfectly straight and wickedly sharp, with exquisit...
"I'm not even sure why I'm here." Reba said, trying to smile. In her early forties, Reba had curly dark hair and was somewhat curvaceous, but the sort that dressed sensibly to avoid the censure of her peers. Chianti had met Reba when they'd been taking an Italian cooking course together at Mallard Creek Community College, just across Buttermilk Bridge. It...
"We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere." - Ted Bundy October 31 The 440 engine of the Dodge Dart roared to maximum pitch as Joe floored it down the interstate. A line of state troopers followed behind in a wake of sirens and horn blaring. What should have been an quick and easy bank robbery turned into a major gaff that r...
Millie stared at her reflection in the pool of water. In the days since they'd been forced to flee, the bruise on her face had gotten darker and now it contrasted against her alabaster skin sharply. The purple and angry red around the cut on her cheek faded away to greenish and yellow, but the swelling had gone down enough that she no longer felt as if she...
Kyle Wessex, or as his friends called him, Kye. This was day three of his self imposed isolation. See, Kye, was ex-special forces in the Australian military. He'd finally qualified at 23 for the training and spent the next 5 years becoming the best of the very best. That was until one fateful day in Iraq. He was leading his squad of 6, through enemy territor...
Chapter 5 Barefoot on the Sands **Characters and text are protected under copyright law Disclaimer: This story is not meant as 'erotica', but dark adventure-fantasy. It may contain material that sensitive readers might find uncomfortable. Please be advised. The sounds of screaming echoed in Leita's ears, her eyes shut tightly to ward away any chance of s...