PART 1 - ETHAN'S VERSION "Ok, flash that gorgeous smile babe. SEXY! You were born to be this beautiful!" Heh - I was a born Ethan Combs, a fourth generation chicken farmer on the great American Plains. My dad Jon still manages the operations, and it's my job to sell our poultry to food distributors and despite the pressure of this economy, we do alright fo...
Svetlen grew up in Moscow. A pretty girl, at 18 she won first prize in the Miss Moscow beauty pageant. Olga also had won a beauty contest. Both had been hired as secretaries to work in an underground bunker. While exchanging notes with another secretary there, they discovered that she too had won first place in a beauty contest. The girls typed up endless...
*ONE MONTH LATER* Faiz and I were walking across a town that seemed to stretch for kilometres and kilometres. *Sigh*, if only he knew how to drive, travelling would have been so much easier. We were in the peak of Spring, flowers blooming everywhere. Faiz even picked a lovely looking pink rose. He called me, pushed some of my long blonde hair and stuck its...
Nov 21, 2009 Micro Wave Man Chapter Eight "Doctor's Appointment" Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on October 2009 The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. W...
Chapter 5 - Friend & Family Newne, Lunara (The Moon Empire), On the bed a girl of youth lay prone, her head held up by her hands and elbows, her slender legs bent up swaying back and forth. Her silver hair ponytailed with few strands freely hanging by her ears. Her sapphire eyes blinking gazing on an open book in front. "The Neirreed Archipelago consists...
Authors note: It's a story that I have almost finished writing so hope to post on a regular basis if it is liked. Thank you for reading me x ***** Bonded and Bred Prologue It was more than two hundred years ago, when the first of their race had come to earth, not quite a hundred, dying people. They had been able to enter the earth's atmosphere without...
There are two types of men in the world: those who merely dream, and those who will stop at nothing to capture their dream. Some say there's a third type of man-the kind who gets really loud and vocal at a little league baseball game when he thinks the umpire messed up a call against his son's team and won't shut the hell up about how "the fix is in". My fat...
It was a modern day commune, like in the sixties when it was peace and love, and brothers and sisters. Hey, man, mind if I sleep with your old lady? Sure, man, I don't own her. She's free as a bird, man. The commune sat on old farm land just off the border of New York and Pennsylvania. A lottery winner had bought the property. An old sixty's throwback, dye...
It had been a moment of weakness, but one that pursued him like a plague. He stared into the shard of mirrored glass he kept in his tattered sleeve. Unable to move about freely, to access his encrypted savings account, he'd lost a good deal of weight, most of it in his cheeks. The face that stared back at him was almost unrecognizable. Certainly, it had some...
The night was unusually warm, almost electric with an energy that frightened all but the two standing in each others presence at the Cathedral's doors. A towering figure, with slick-black hair, and eyes that instilled fear and loathing in all who saw him; An Angelic woman, with long flowing crow-black hair, eyes so blue you'd think it was the Oceans that wer...