This is NOT a stolen story by me. A man named Luke Ashwood stole tis story of MINE that was published on the old Giganews bulletin board back in 1994. I originally titled it "The Green Tentacles" and posted under the Username Smalltoe10. Mr. Ashwood at some point stole my story and then began publishing it under his name. * "No rest for the weary." she sa...
“I don’t know what to say…I’m just overwhelmed,” Sophie finally managed to murmur in response to her host’s question. “I’ve honestly never been to a party like this. Thank you so much for having me.” Oliver beamed. “Don’t be silly. We’re just glad you could come on such short notice. When Gillian told me what a charming young woman she’d met this morning w...
Victoria strapped her silver dagger to her stockings. She had been given a contract earlier on that cold, misty morning that had intrigued her too much to put off. Usually she would attend to contracts with a mercurial approach - highest paying, highest priority. However, every now and then a case came to her attention that she would address on the very same...
New Year's Eve champagne had me in a spin. If we had to post up under-grad duty on a holiday, I'm glad it was with Sam. I checked him out, but he already had his eye on me as I leaned up against the aquarium tank breathing hard – trying to clear my head. Sam, of course, wasn't his real name; it was Sandal – originally from Delhi through Oxford. He ogled me...
I am writing this elegy to the Greece I love at a time when it is being carved up like a Christmas turkey by the forces of so-called "modernisation" that have already ravaged the USA and western Europe. I am sick at heart at what is being destroyed, and the people who are being reduced to poverty and desperation. What can I do? I am a storyteller, so I tell...
It is....difficult to describe Roger. He didn't quite look like an octopus. His head wasn't quite as bulbous. It was more narrow. He had eight tentacles, but none of the suckers or hooks typical of octopi or squid. They were thick and scaly, like a boa constrictor or eel; and one tentacle, the thickest one actually, looked ominously like a big, long....well,...
Larya spun in time to see the creature emerge from beneath the sands. Her stomach dropped at the sight. The woman had pale gray skin, breasts almost the size of a holstaur's, and long, red hair. Her eyes were large and solid, pale pink. Her lips were a deep turquoise. She had a large, statuesque build—if she'd had legs, she would surely stand close to seven...
I was thrown from the jovial warmth of Rehd's Tavern into the cold dismal night. Two ogreish bouncers tossed me through the tavern doors at a pace my drunken legs couldn't keep. I felt my feet fly from the deck stairs, and I landed belly first in the muddy street. After landing I realized that I managed the reflexes to get my hands under me, so my dizzy head...
John Wayne looked at Diana Maitland when she saw his boat anchored offshore; it was a 37-foot wooden cabin cruiser painted white with teak decking, shiny chrome rails and a covered flying bridge. She smiled and looked up at him and she seemed happier and more excited than she had been when he'd brought her here to his friend's beach house. She asked him exci...
(All characters are adult aged.) "Here is your forecast for today; partly cloudy, a twenty percent chance of showers and thunderstorms, winds east at five miles per hour, high of eighty-five," the weather radio's monotone voice announced. I tapped the radio off and finished my cup of coffee. Today was going to be a good day. I tossed away a junk mail let...