Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. Please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn't want them to be empty n...
Author's Note: Hi all! This is my first story uploaded to this site ever. I would love constructive criticism and feedback! I wasn't sure which category to put this in, so I chose Non Human. This chapter is just a builder chapter and does not have sex in it. It may be a while before sex is introduced. I would like this to be a well built story with lots of c...
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Chapter 8 21 Guns and a Flag The grey morning sky, set the mood for the day of Lester's burial. It couldn't have been written into a script any better than nature had done. Familiar faces gathered together, but a pall hung over them and smiles were hard-pressed to find. Little was said, no one really sure what to talk about, in worry of showing any disresp...
DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Carrie Underwood. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it. Any resemblances with real persons are purely coincidental. Written as a request. -------------------------------------------...
Cole tossed the stack of paperwork down on his desk in disgust. "This has got to be the worst day in my career!" he thought. He had just come from his supervisor's office where Diane Parker had thoroughly berated Cole about the project he had worked on for the past week and a half. He had been given the wrong information from finance, he tried to tell her, b...
CHAPTER 31: BARTON QUIGLEY'S WIKIPEDIA PAGE "If he'd been a self made millionaire there'd be at least one thing I could respect about the guy, but reading this he sounds like a complete asshole." Eve held a finger to her lips, "Ssh," nodding towards Ivan who was blissfully stuffing fish fingers into his mouth with a plastic fork. It was the evening of the...
Authors Note: My editor, Nonethewiser, was unable to help me edit this story. He plays a key role in the development of my characters, as well as catches any grammar and spelling mistakes that I make. He was sorely missed. I wanted to thank commenters like Lordslamdawgg, FD45, The Unoriginalist, Harddaysknight, Swingerjoe, and Luedon. Many may disagree o...
I was somewhere west of Nairobi when the k key in my old Underwood stuck and for the next half hour I filled three pages with Kk kk kkkk k kkk kkkkk all in perfect rhythm with the rattle-tat of the train on the rusted rails. "How did they rust out here in the rock, grit and sand?" I asked the conductor. He just stared at me and murmured, "Ticket." Finally...
Z'mbutu's World: A Brief Primer of the world of Etlaus My interest in the Sword and Sorcery genre began in college, back before people started calling it Fantasy, or even worse, Magical Realism. But, I digress. It began with Robert E. Howard, that flaming racist and ultimately tragic mama's boy, from East Texas. Although a frightened and small-minded man i...