This is the second part of a multipart story. It takes up immediately after Ch 01. The five of us entered Sandy's flat. It was large and well furnished, not at all the usual student tip. As we trooped in he turned on a gas fire and the room quickly warmed up – just as well because none of us had any coats. I'm sure if my tits had been real the nipples wou...
Chapter 2, Year 2, Head Cargo Handler. When a mere sixteen-year-old John Smith awoke. The first thing he did was close his eyes tightly before taking the blindfold off. He wasn't a captured prisoner in the conventional sense. But the bright constant glare from his room was always hard to get used to first thing in the morning. The ship was lit by glowing...
Author's note: Constructive criticism is welcomed, both in the public comments and via email. They only help an author learn to write better, right? Please remember that flaming a story only makes you look less than intelligent. If you didn't like it, you didn't have to read it. Many thanks to hugo_sam and rgraham666 for reading it through, and to TxRad fo...
Sallie Mae Rollins stared at the calendar and chewed on a fingernail that was already painfully short. Seven weeks remained before Christmas. Seven short weeks was all she had to find enough money to buy presents for her son. The eight-year old reminded her each night that he was the only one in his class who didn't have video games. "Mama, I wish you could...
Author's note: this has a rather complicated backstory. The story takes place in a world of swashbucklery and magic. Rischa Vale was a pirate captain, one of few females in a misogynistic part of the world to manage this. She had been fostered by a famous pirate, and had won the esteem of her men through courage and hard work. One day, a man named Mika Arago...
Leigh, I found this when I was reading through last year's journals - a fantasy I started writing the first night you 'phoned me. I'm hoping if I send it now it'll reach you before I do. (My flight leaves Edinburgh, Friday evening at 6.45.) Baby, we really need to get this whole internet thing sorted out, although I think I'd miss your perfumed letters. I l...
Disclaimer: All characters are of legal age, although one merely looks younger than he is. The grandiose French doors to David's townhouse on Oakley Street swung open, unleashing wafts of an enticingly devilish aroma brimming with debauchery and drug-induced confusion. The doorman bore no expression as he held out his hand to assist the stiletto-sporting...
Galatea gasped, and pressed her hot palm to the cold, rippled glass. Outside, the granite sky and flinty moorland blended into a windswept, frigid underworld. As dark a mid-day as there ever could be. Moor House creaked and groaned around her. Every empty room leant into the wind and heaved like a stuck shipwreck. She pushed her rear to her husband's hips a...
The gang consisted of guys - all old enough to drink, smoke and have sex - hell they'd been scoring with girls since before they were old enough to have sex! They were rough and angry and they liked to fight and break things - sometimes they started fights in pubs or in the streets. Often they brawled with each other, like a wolf pack, the hierarchy could ch...
The Witch's Apprentice Chapter 2: The Witch's Familiar You're going to die tonight. Time creaked, shuddered and stopped. The streams of hot water paused from the shower head. Transfixed, Steven's breath gripped his heart. His blood turned to ice. Words. Words that shouldn't be there. Words written within the condensation that clung to the bathroom mirr...