Prologue Date: October 22, 2004 - Friday Time: 8: 45 pm AST Location: Stevens International Airport – Anchorage Alaska Xander Zver arrived on flight 408 from Moscow Russia and walked into the airport through the service tunnel. When he came out of the walkway past the security guard station, he expected to see his parents, or maybe his Aunt Abigail waiti...
The three SUV's and a large van pulled up to the front door of the Den. As people started to flood out of the vehicles one of the witch's came up to Lilliana, she looked about twenty or so and like the rest of them was very pretty. "Where will we be staying?" She asked. Lilliana looked at Sam who was now standing next to her. "You and the other women will...
This was a request sent to me by a fan. She provided me with a fantasy, and I just tried to make it a reality. I wrote this in a pretty short time frame, but I think it turned out pretty good. Thanks for reading! * I'm a terrible person! That is what I can't help but think right now! I always tried to make the right decisions and lead a wholesome path, bu...
I looked out from our patio above the trees at the end of the garden and saw that the clouds were gathering fairly quickly. Thick purple towers were rapidly developing in the north and I predicted that a real good rain would be hitting the house soon. It would come as a relief since the morning had been uncomfortably hot and a good storm would always bring a...
ACT FOUR: ACT FOUR: IN WHICH ENOCH'S HAMMER IS FINALLY BROKEN Sunday Charles Lofgrin sipped his black, unsweetened coffee and leaned casually on the corner of David Kearn's desk. Looking around the expansive third floor office area, purposefully ignoring the herd of people spilling out of the conference room at the far end, he enacted the posture of the un...
Copyright©2010 by Mendon Fishers The sun was shining, and the air was calm, over all it was a very pleasant day. So you might wonder why I was standing in a grave yard, pissing on a head stone. It's ok; it is my wife's headstone. My name is Vinnie Pergolizzi and I'm a mob boss. I tried to trace the letters of her name, but my bladder ran out first. Marle...
After fifteen years of marriage, my wife began an affair with a man who had a tremendous effect on her, sexually. Up to that point our marriage had been on the rocks and was the motivation for her pursuing the affair. Perhaps that isn't a fair statement because she didn't pursue the affair, it just happened. More accurately, it was the culmination of years o...
Monday morning came and classes went by fast. It wasn't long until he was in Ms. Callahan's class where she was going over composition ideas with each student individually, giving the class a free period. As the bell rang, she told Chris to stay behind. "I didn't forget about our appointment," he said, showing his palm with the words 'Ms. C @ 3' scrawled a...
I have little awareness of the passing of time now, but I do know it has been about a year since I was made a sex slave. My parents reluctantly let me go off to college in Boston. Living the good life retired in Vermont, as an only child my mother was fearful of letting me leave home. But I was restless, adventurous, and 21 years old. All of my friends had...
*** I had another account that I wanted to use to test things. Based on the results, I doubt I'll ever use it again. Anyway, I posted this there, but after about 9 hours and a comment which was unsavory enough for the administration of Lit - and not me - to remove on the different story that I'd begun there, I pulled this one off long before it was to appea...