Author's Note: This is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it. Thanks for any comments, votes, feedback, or favorites. This second chapter is by request; this is the end (I swear, but not really). Hope you enjoy: * The memory of one of Steven's hate filled attacks cut her mind against Albert's wild twisting of her heave...
He'd seen things that haunted him whenever he closed his eyes. He'd killed men. He'd nearly been killed. He'd spent nights lying awake trying to hold onto the last shreds of his humanity on the days where all he had was hate in his heart for his enemies. He'd contemplated suicide while reflecting on the things he'd done, and dismissed the idea when he learne...
This is the continuation of the story of Corporal Jake Rogers and Pat Williams two single parents in jobs that quite often overlap. I deliberately cut short the description of Pat's interview with Ginny as I wouldn't cater to any reader who would get pleasure from that, plus I have no intentions of getting involved with child pornography. Parts one and two a...
Have you ever heard of "Sharking?" Until recently, I never had either, not until my roommate Jason told me about it. Jason and I go to the University of Maryland together, and share an off campus apartment about 15 minutes off campus. A typical Saturday for us is sitting around drinking, maybe having a few friends over, but this day was unusually slow, unu...
She was just a kid, living with her parents on Mesa Boulevard, a quarter mile or so from the police station. Over the summer between her junior and senior years in high school, she experienced what must be a record-setting growth spurt. She went from mousy to spectacular in three months. Living on one of the main drags in town assured that the local cops wou...
Sep 7, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Nine A Fresh Assignment Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on June 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincid...
Stephen is the name. Most people call me Stevie for short. I'm a young brother living in Brockton. A six-foot-two, 240-pound African American male with mocha skin. Like many other young folks living in the city of Champions, I go to Massasoit Community College. I'm taking up Criminal Justice there. I'm in my first semester. Soon, I'm going to head to Bridgew...
13, September 5018, 5:30 PMThursday Lincoln, Nebraska Fire Drive, Castillo Residence It was raining early Friday morning, with thunder rumbling in the dark skies above accompanying the falling rain. Fukayna and Rami slept on a bunk bed in the same bedroom. Azizi and Gahji had their own rooms, and were sound asleep. Gahji tossed and turned on his bed, pulli...
This is a Fantasy about Wentworth Miller. None of this is true. It's all just straight out of my vivid imagination. This doesn't get too erotic for awhile. Bear with me, through it though and you won't be disappointed. * He stands with the others watching the car as it takes off incredibly fast. Hitting the brakes the car seems to spin out of control. The...
"No way was I going to see Male strippers with the wild bunch again," I thought, as I got ready for the bridal shower. I was thinking back to the last time I went to one of these things. We had the usual cake and punch party but when the older ladies left to get home to their boring husbands, the real party began. We ended up at Carnal Syn's House of Dongs,...