I know the long breaks between chapters is onerous, but my stories really benefit from a little aging and editing. This particular installment 'benefited' from being lost for three weeks. I discuss this a little more on my blog, but thank you all, again, for your patience. * Evelyn had seen a train before. She'd seen several, really. They featured in many...
It's a beautiful hot summer day and I'm in the front garden admiring my hard work. Weed free beds, blooming flowers soaking up the water I have given them, bees and butterflies dancing to natures tune. "Hey Mrs B, how are ya?" I'm startled, shaken from my reverie. I see Robbie's friend Dean on the pavement, looking young and fresh in shorts, jogging on t...
First things first: I'd like to thank LissaSue for again editing What's in a Name, it's thanks to her that you're not reading the most horrible English imaginable ;-) Secondly I'd like to thank my readers for their patience. It's been a long time but fortunately, here's the sixth chapter of What's in a name. Enjoy! *** Alexander drove his car across the c...
Ana was a cold, hard bitch. With a scar that danced its way up from her pouty lips to her deep-set, azure eyes, she had long, ratty black hair, and genocide-thin curves. Yet despite her comely shortcomings—which Flower personally found rather attractive—the way she slaughtered was poetic. By Uzi, arrow, or a well-placed Herpes Cluster-Bomb, Ana never misse...
It was ten minutes to close and most of the student body had left due to the weather. The automatic cue of the library announcement from the overhead intercom was a welcomed reprieve of what had been a very long night due to upcoming finals. She made her way around the second to the back aisle. Her hands were full. She eyed the titles in earnest, looking for...
Curled under his sheets, his hand instinctively reached for his shaft as he thought about that night's date. Just an hour before his face was planted deeply between the soft cheeks of Cheryl's ass licking away eagerly. He was shocked to discover how much happiness he had gotten from this one slight act. Just the touch of his lips to her soft crack brought hi...
"What's up, guys?" Archie's voice crackled unexpectedly in the quiet aftermath of Nancy's whispered words. "What's the big problem?" Imogene's eyes popped open at the sound of his voice, and she gaped at him in mild surprise. He was standing in front of them, bare chested, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, and he looked slightly sheepish, l...
Author's note: This story starts where Pt. 1 left off. While not required, Pt. 1 is recommended first, for character introduction and to set the tone for the series. Do enjoy. More to come, hopefully later this week. Keep the feedback coming. And to answer a common readers' question, yes, I do only write about things realistic to me personally. All copyright...
"The Romonus are approaching!" A woman's screams echoed through my small village. In the far corners of my mind I knew this day would come. My grandmother, the most powerful witch of The Volusion tribe, had foreseen this event. She saw the horses galloping in the smoke, the crackling of splinters signifying the fire of gunshots. Somehow they knew of my pre...
"Mendoza is set....Garciaparra waits...here comes the 3-2 pitch....fouled off over the 1st base dug out...its still 3 and 2," the voice of Red Sox play by play man Sean McDonough boomed in his thick New England accent as he called the early May Yankees/Red Sox game. I had just gotten the chance to sit down after a long day of work, taking my son to little...