In view of the essentially unlimited technological power that existed in 2634 and beyond, I, Arcturus00347 am transmitting this story back in time to those of you in the early twenty first century, who we call E21s, using a language – English – that was common back then but that no longer exists. First, my name; I am the 47th Arcturus born in District 3. In...
Tales of the eKids: E-man Loves Emmy © 2004 by Andrew Wiggin Author's Note: Any resemblance to any Administration living or dead is strictly coincidental. Part 16 The Vice President of the United States looked across the conference table at the Attorney General. He let the A.G. stew in his own juices for awhile. Somewhere there was a leak. He hated leak...
Tyler and I were in our early twenties when we got engaged after a long courtship, it wasn't that we were afraid to make the commitment to each other, but more that we were so content with each other, time just sort of disappeared on us. We both had the travel bug and decided that the overseas experience was a must before we settled down to married bliss and...
There is no sex in this story; hence it is the non-erotic section. --------------------------------------------------------- A double burger with bacon and cheese, a side of fries and a large coke. Now that is how one celebrates a birthday. OK, as birthday meals go a good steak would have been better but it was not in the plans even though it was my birthd...
Note to readers: This is only the first half of the story, as it's too long to post all at once. If you like it, I'll put the rest on afterwards. The language may be coarse, but if you're familiar with my work, that's how it is. :) * 1 Deep in the swamps, the ground moved as if it was breathing. It rose up and back down like a living entity. Beneath laye...
I. The walk hadn't gone as planned. It was supposed to be a quiet Summer walk in an old country lane. Well, one where I'd walk past the isolated country cottage of my old school teacher, Miss Davis, and "accidently" expose myself to her, hoping to plant the seed for what would be a sexual encounter. The Summer dress was light and loose upon my frames and u...
My name is Matt and I am a middle aged divorced man from Texas. I am a father of four wonderful children. All of who are grown and have now left the nest. My youngest most recently ventured out on his own. Lately due to this fact I find myself with more and more idle time on my hands. I divorced young at thirty-two and because of being back in the dating po...
NOTE: This is NOT Game of Thrones fan fiction. The Game of Thralls stories are part of a mythos of my creation called the Game of Thralls Mythos (abbreviated as GOTM, but pronounced as if saying, "Got 'em!"). They are set primarily in the modern day, though there could theoretically be flashbacks, visions of the future, and time travel since magic and the su...
I stepped out of the station with my colleague Monica. The tagline under the town's name read: the birthplace of the industrial revolution. I felt like I was walking into a history lesson. Monica glanced at her smartphone then pointed down a desolate high street. It's fair to say I never like working away, especially in towns like this. northern and industr...
Val slid her somewhat sore ass onto the driver's seat of her 7-year old Beemer. It had been the one extravagant purchase since her first big advance check rolled in from, "The Killer Smoked Camels," the first in a series of moderately successful Robert Preston mystery novels. Val, nee Robert Preston, was not an impetuous spender, nor was she impetuous on muc...