The view of the city got more and more amazing as their ship drew closer. They could see levels of cityscape resolve into focus as they watched. The giant train the city moved on looked like it had stopped, and had it not been for the trail of destruction behind it, may have looked like it had been built there. The whole city was made out of metal and indust...
This is an entry in the SweetWitch-Marsh Alien Feud Settlement Short Story Writing contest. As a courtesy to me, if you cast a vote on this story, please also read SweetWitch's "Forget the Bitch, Gimme a Drink." Besides, her story has catfighting and voyeurism. * * * * * With fourteen months still to go until I hit the big Five-O, I had pretty much worked...
I stare at myself in the mirror trying to calm my nerves. Even the fact that my boyfriend is out there, I love him with all my heart doesn't seem to help. With a sigh I put my hands on the sink and just stare, seeing my green eyes and flaming red hair staring back doesn't help. Fuck I need to get out there forget everything and just shave for him, forget bei...
Disclaimer: All humans having sex are over the age of consent. This is more Gen 1 Pokemon using the theme for Pokegirls. I own the rights to neither. ****** I idly ran my fingers through the hair on Sparky's head between her ears as I stared at the aptly named Mount Moon in the distance. Even just a few minutes walk east of Pewter, I could clearly see the...
Thank you to everyone who has made comments on this group of stories. I've really appreciated the feedback. Some of you are reading my mind, and some are giving me great ideas. Either way, I'm enjoying your reactions. I'll keep trying to give updates quickly. If I try to write longer chapters I'm afraid it will become too cumbersome for me and I'll just tak...
Thank you everyone for your kind words and encouragement. Here is the next installment in this series. A new element is introduced at the end of this chapter that will carry through most of the story going forward. As always, feedback and constructive criticism is always welcome. Thanks to my editor LadyCibelle once again for her help. S.T. * Chapter 8: Ha...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
LETTING GO I wondered how will it be. How she will be. How us will be. If there still was "us". But I knew somewhere deep within myself that there wasn't. But in my rationally unrational mind there still was "us". Or at least some pathetic resemblance of it. She had moved on ages ago, even before I sensed something was wrong. Women are like that – they ju...
Scrabster, less than two miles west of the town of Thurso on Scotland's north coast had once been a major fishing port and ferry terminal serving the Orkney and Faeroe islands. It was now a refugee camp for hundreds of displaced souls from the south, wanting to travel north to Orkney, hoping for a better life. Patched tents and ramshackle shelters crowded a...
Chapter Twelve Everyone at the hospital liked Abisali, the gentle caring doctor who was well spoken, courteous and always had time for the hospital staff. Available to help others, giving advice when called upon and involved with several charities. He had written numerous articles for medical journals and was a successful, compassionate and thoughtful man....