Chapter 1 Gwen After wiping my face free of sweat for the thousandth time with the bottom of my shirt, I grunted in frustration and pulled the shirt all the way off, reducing myself to a dark blue sports bra and paint-smeared jeans. Normally such a bold move would be unthinkable but the heat trumped modesty and besides, I was alone in the sweltering art st...
This is the third and final segment of Missy's Story and it is not a standalone story. It starts in Over the Top, followed by, Under Life, to finish in this, Aftermath. Aftermath is mostly narrative, told in three person point of view. Over the Top had no 'on screen sex'. Under Life had quite a long sex scene at the end. The middle portion of Aftermath conta...
I was not made as others. This is the rule that has shaped my life. To know myself was to know my difference; the thoughts dawned together. Then I grew, and learned more each day how much and how far I differed from my kind. Perhaps it is mercy that we are so unlike. For those companions of my youth, so bright and full of promise then, so tired and broken...
Philip Johnson Prologue Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. I mention that right off; that and the fact that it's January, so you can get a mental picture of a cold, brown and depressing place and time of year. Once spring arrived I'd brag about being from Harrisburg, but right then I'd have given anything to be someplace warm and green. Let's narrow it down a littl...
by Philip Johnson Chapter One "Paul, it's Dale." "Talk fast because you're signal is breaking up." There was a pause and then Dale said, "That should be better, I was in a bad spot." "That is better, what's up?" "Tina asked me to call and see if you were available to join us for dinner Friday night." "I am available in fact." "Invite a friend if yo...
"I was sorry to hear 'bout Maude," Poppa John said. "Thanks Poppa, Aunt Maude thought a lot of you." I said. He shook his head, mumbled something in his native tongue. Exactly what tongue it was nobody really knew. Some said he was Greek, some Portuguese but nobody ever asked. "So you gonna run the Breeze?" he asked in his heavy accent. "It looks like it...
————————Prologue———————— NOW Dan stood and looked up at the clear sky. It was a beautiful day, and he hated it for that. The sky was clear and blue and the grass was the kind of green normally reserved for movie posters. There were birds singing and flowers blossoming and he stood there trying to make it rain with the sheer volume of his hate. But the sky...
Copyright PennameWombat June 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 ev...
Obligatory Warnings: 1. There is one long and titillating Astrid sex scene in this chapter. It gets a bit intense - courtesy of DrasticXplorer. 2. There are two Flyball matches - the Flyball final is lengthy. I understand that some of you may not be interested in reading about the sport, but I suggest you at least try the final. It is full of feels. 3. T...
I am new to writing. I'm sure I still have much to learn. This is my first attempt at a submission on this site. I hope that you enjoy it. This story is fictitious, but the basis comes from true events. It's a bit long with a slow start, so probably not the best for those looking for a quick thrill. Please vote and leave comments. I never understood this ple...