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Dear Diary - Storm

by SanityCheck on Jan 9, 2019
Romance

June 1st, 2012 Dear Diary, Lucas finally kissed me! And not just kissed me! Two years I've been waiting for him to do something, and today, in the middle of a field, covered in mud, he finally made his move. I'm glad mom and dad were gone when we got home because I'd never have been able to explain why I was wet and covered in mud. But even if they'd been...

Legacy Pt. 02

by yibala on Mar 30, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

A light rain fell just before midday as Nandi arrived at Lulathe's compound. Like Nandi, her kin lived well outside the town of Murutse. The outer walls, made of mud brick, were surrounded by crops of beans, melons and honeybush. A perimeter of pillar-like ancestral stones guarded the entire area. In most settlements, these carven obelisks were consecrated...

Tales of Fabulous Namu Pt. 04

by yibala on Jun 9, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Author's Note: This is the last installment of Zhura's second novella. All comments and feedback are most welcome! At midday the next day, Zhura's mind was still foggy, which seemed fitting under a hazy, cloud-studded sky. She'd had only a few hours to sleep before discussing strategies with her companions for raising coin to pay off House San. Then she ret...

The Gladiatrix

by Midnight_Flux on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

[Notes - I refer to the heroine, Meda, as an Ethiopian as this is what the Romans would probably have called her. In actual fact she is from an area now found in modern Sudan. -Coruncanii is a fictional town.] -------------------- - A few miles away from a little village in East Africa, close to Meroe (Sudan) 1 AD - Meda peered through the long grass, k...

The Spa

by Ed0613 on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

It was a nasty business, and he was a nasty man. He was short, fat and sloppy and he sprayed spittle when he talked. I didn't like him, and I didn't like what he did for a living or what he stood for. If I controlled the law firm where I worked, I would not have him as a client, but the senior partners over ruled me and there I was, in my first year as a pra...

Creatures of Habit

by fanfare on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

Fair warning! This Story is a TragiComedy. Do not bother whining about a Loving Wife story about adults, acting with maturity, grace and sober intelligence. I know, I know. However, at least one of us writers, posting LW stories this year, should pretend our readers are adults. Instead of treating you all like perpetual adolescent twits.. No matter...

The Fall Ch. 06

by ausfet on Nov 25, 2017
Non-Erotic

Cyril was standing in the little shed with Anna O'Sullivan, smoking the marijuana she'd bought online. At fifty-six and sixty-five years of age respectively, they were the oldest sneaky potheads in the area. They both agreed it made the pain bearable. It also gave them a private little secret, something just for the two of them. 'I see Lydia has her Hyunda...

The Fall Ch. 08

by ausfet on Dec 1, 2017
Non-Erotic

Lydia pulled up at the front of the O'Sullivan farm the Tuesday after her house purchase settled. She was here to speak to Anna. They'd originally organised to meet at Toowoomba, but Anna had rung to let her know she'd had a bad morning. She'd wanted to cancel. Lydia, who'd had to hype herself up to drive to Toowoomba and had in fact already left home by t...

Goblinsbane Ch.01: Pilgrimage

by BewareTheDream on May 2, 2018
Non-Erotic

Chapter 01: Pilgrimage Sister Sabine had never seen a goblin before, and she wanted to keep it that way. "You are certain it is better to take this route, rather than stay on the main road?" She asked while peering out the window, warily. Instinctively, she clutched at the tree-shaped amulet that dangled from her neck, a habit she had had since her days as...

When Thunder Rolls Ch. 03

by YouDidWhut on Dec 11, 2018
Romance

November 9, 1865 Milledgeville, Georgia My train crawled to a stop as it entered the yard at the Milledgeville depot and I had never been so happy to gather my belongings and climb off an infernal contraption as I was on that day. The air outside was crisp, cool and a stark reminder that I had limited time to conduct my business at home before I returned...