Chapter 1: A new life The engine in my brand new, black, Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide roared into life as I prepared to start out on my new life. A new life that would lead me far from the small town that I'd lived since childhood, and away from everything I'd ever known. A brand new world was waiting for me and I was ready to greet it full on. Sure I w...
TWO WIZARDS The place was a whirling cacophonous jostle of laughing, shouting, some impatiently crying, children - each one hell-bent on obtaining their choice, that is until they saw some other child's undoubtedly even better one. It was my first taste of the pre-Halloween hell of hiring a child's costume - but then in the year since the divorce I had had...
Joanne wondered what Mr. Johnson wanted so late at night. It had been a long day and the twenty-eight year old account executive was ready to go home finally when he buzzed her. With a deep sigh, she set her handbag down on her desk and walked briskly to the corner office where the Senior Vice President for Corporate Accounts kept his hours for the day. It w...
Mark and Donna returned home to their large downtown apartment and looked into the nursery to check on their six-month-old daughter Cindy. She was sleeping peacefully. In the rocking chair next to the baby's bed, their nanny and wet-nurse Devi was knitting by the dim light of a lamp. Devi looked up and smiled that the young couple. They closed the nursery...
Ibiza Paul's forehead juddered against the thick glass of the window as the bus sped over the uneven sunbaked tarmac, forcing him to jerk his head back. He studied the trees and villas the bus passed on this longer dash between stops, all brightly illuminated by the late morning Mediterranean sun. He rubbed his forehead uneasily and let it slump again onto...
This isn't a political story. Nothing political happened on the night the story took place. Politics are not mentioned at any point in the story, but the story changed the way I vote. What happened that night changed me. Since I was old enough to vote, I've gone into the booth and ticked the same box my parents did. Since that night, I've gone into the booth...
I had reached the age of 26 without the benefit of a University education. I had left home at the age of 17 and moved to work in London with some mates. I still hadn't started a career and I worked as a Temp doing various office and manual jobs. I lived in a small terraced house with three other blokes in South Wimbledon, which sounds good but was run down a...
Aileen's World sketch concept~ Dreams of the Wood's The night was cold and dark, the wispy clouds spiraled in a cold star pocked sky. A fine mist swirled along the ground silently stalking the boots that hurriedly stumbled by. The feet in those boots belonged to a very confused woman. The pull of power upon her was over whelming, it had forced her from her...
Prologue: Post-game Jean Grey peeled the synthetic leather costume from her body, ignoring the aches and pains that came with her chosen profession. Once free from her salty flesh, her clothes found their own way to the cleaning bin, held aloft by the distracted power of her amazing mind. She stepped into the shower, and let the water carry away the sweat...
This is the second of two stories I wrote years ago. They are the only cross over stories I have ever done. I hope to start posting the other later. This one has more sex than the other. ***** The air was arid as I walked across the dry desert area miles from my home. I was on a quest to stop the bitch who was the absolute curse of my life. The dry wind b...