* This is a repost of an old romance story with a fresh edit. * Chapter 10 The sun beat down noonday hot as Sherry and Sam made the sweaty hike from the courthouse to the truck. A good fight had been fought with no clear victory. Fatigued by wounded hearts, neither had the strength to begin the battle debriefing. The truck interior had reached a flesh fr...
Now I get the fun of hunting them down. This will be interesting I can't find their scent at all so far. Well they can't leave my island the boat is hidden in a cave. They can't find the cave without knowing about it. So they are still here somewhere. Oh well off now to find them. I started off my search in the places that they know already. I checked the s...
Lowest Level of Hell; The Hive Deep within the bowels of the Hive, Hell's facility to house the hordes of nameless demonic warriors, the demon awoke to the usual buzz of the alarm that signaled the Horde's morning meal time. He sat up in his cot, in a room full of other demons, and cracked his neck. Another day. It seemed that no matter how hard he prayed t...
I'd been going to Mass for almost three months. No, Margo never did join me and I don't think she ever came to the Cathedral to check on me again. Nor did Margo and I ever talk about her "checking" up on me. Maybe she felt a little Catholic guilt? Regardless she seemed to be genuinely okay with my Sunday morning Mass and I did benefit from the clarity it gav...
There are some terms I use in this story that do not explain themselves. One is Molecular Scramble Rounds. I define this as a round that rearranges the molecular structure of an object, often turning it from solid to liquid or vice versa. Second is the term jelly. It's defined as Kiti's version of vaginal fluid. It's still a liquid but is like jelly in spots...
An undead fiend slumbers in her ancient tomb, waiting for a foolish mortal to awaken her so she can return to haunt the living once more. On a dark, stormy night, a mad scientist is playing God, trying to create new life out of a blasphemous mixture of alchemy and science. And somewhere in the void of deep space, an alien horror that should not exist waits a...
The thing is, we had gone over there to play bridge. Yes, bridge. The same game old ladies play in the parlor on Sundays. I don't even know how to play bridge. I remember when my wife, Anna, told me about it. "We don't have any friends," she said. I didn't even look up from my book. "We have plenty of friends," I mumbled. "There's Steve, Nick, Andy... Jane...
Shopping at the very busy Supermarket, every Saturday, used to be a dull, tiresome, irksome sort of...non-event - a burdensome, necessary chore, that just needed to be done. That is, until about 2 months ago, when all of that changed... Since then, Saturday's don't come around quick enough for me. I have been seeing the Supermarket in a whole new, rose-t...
Lucy squinted at the hazy afternoon sun, the heat of the day waning as it crept towards the horizon. She adjusted her leathers, hitching her bra straps up to cup her tanned breasts. Despite her womanly curves, her body showed all the signs of a Hunter Warrior Maid, arms and belly toned and athletic, her long, dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Some in...
Disclaimer: All names and surnames mentioned are imaginary and fictitious. Any resemblance is purely coincidental and unintentional. ***** "Bunty, hurry up! The bus will be here any minute!" I hollered at my son. It was the regular morning routine. I, being the busy mother, had my hands full. My 8-year old son, although prim and proper in his school unifo...