Copyright PennameWombat May 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual eve...
Chapter 37- Topock We pulled into Topock on the afternoon of the eleventh day out, our mule train drawing out all the folks who had set up a tent city along the river. I recognized some of the women and saw they had brought a few men along as well. Among the crowd was Charlotte Jenkins who called out to me, "Oh Josh is that really you?" she must have recog...
Author's Note: First things first, I'm soooo sorry about the long wait. I feel terrible about slacking off like this, but I've had some of the busiest months at work, add hockey season and traveling to that, and you have a verrry busy girl. I meant to finish this earlier, but I had to go to D.C. for the Winter Classic and spent some time there. If you were...
Spring, Miami Beach Life changing moments are all too rare, and they're usually not recognized as such until they are well past. Their significance and how they affect us for the long term is not readily apparent until some introspection takes place and then pow!, you realize that what you had thought had been a slow evolution of behavior or outlook actuall...
[An Account from the PRISM Chronicles] Chapter 1 Darkness The darkness seemed to have a shape and a movement of its own. His thoughts were filled with a mix of fear that he would be waylaid by somebody and an excitement at the size of the payment he and the guard beside him would receive for their work tonight. In this part of the Port of Salvador, Brazi...
Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual so please feel free to leave me a comment in the comment box at the end of the story! You see those big empty stars down there as well? Did you want to maybe fill them up? We don't want them e...
By Philip Johnson Prologue Dolce Giardino. It means sweet garden in Italian, and that was the name of their estate, and an apt description. The year was nineteen twenty six, and Charles and Kathryn Philips lived on that estate, and in that new grand and sturdy looking brick home. Charles and Kathryn loved the somewhat isolated location. They really were...
For those who are following the MAX / LIAR stories, this is the next chapter in the saga. If you are reading this without reading the other stories, you'll be able to follow along. Just remember that there are references to people, places, and relationships from the earlier stories. But that won't hinder you greatly. Hopefully you'll go back and read...
Chapter 18 - The Red Goddess Sarge woke me up in the morning, "Rise and shine Josh another day beckons." I turned over and got up slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. I was still hard and had to pee. I put on my robe and walked to the urinal and couldn't bend my dick down enough to hit it, so I backed up and just let out trying to hit the urinal from lon...
Copyright PennameWombat June 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual...