Well, this is the fifth chapter. I had it written with another scenario when I changed my mind and made this one, a tribute to Ancient History and Evolution... if something like that had existed LOL (sorry Darwin, you deceived us). Thanks to Thanos, who's tired of snapping his fingers without results, and getting wiped at the end (I promise to publish the re...
I crept into our house as quietly as I could, as I didn't want to awake my wife, Jeannetta. I knew she would be sleeping.. but as I entered, I was proved wrong. I heard Jeanetta's voice coming from the upstairs master bedroom, or rather the room next to the master bedroom. Let me tell Ya first.. as you walked into our house, to the right there was a coat c...
Imagine a still-warm day in October, walking through the trees all ablaze in bright reds or yellows and oranges, The sun is shining through the trees, bright rays dancing with soft shadows upon the ground, the rays kissing your cheek, warming your soul as much as your body. We dance as much as walk, holding each other's hand, traipsing through the woods. We...
Author's Note: This story contains MF sex, it is based on the Greek Myth of how Medusa turned into the monster that most people know of. ----------------------------------------- Medusa is the name of a monster, passed down through the centuries... the grotesque hag whose very gaze turned men into stone. The daughter of two Sea Gods, she was eventually def...
Ebunni could still clearly remember the first day that she had laid her eyes upon King Alfian, but he had been nothing more than a young Prince. He had been standing by a vast grouping of Dancing Lady Orchids, her favorites, as she was passing by the Fae Kingdom on the Northern mountains. She had visited those lands many times, and she had never laid eyes up...
The night air is crisp but thankfully not too cold. There is no breeze; the night is very calm and still. We are walking down an old path near the city park. The path forks off in one direction that takes you into the park and into a rose garden. The other part of the path goes up a small hill where you can look out over a lake. The moon is shining bright fr...
The sky's blue-gray — opaque and oppressive. The clouds can't even seem to stand up to it, because they're ghostly — unreal — their dark bottoms devoured by that steely background. I've got a nice view of it, not that I want it. The narrow rock shelf I'm lying on doesn't give me much else to look at, other than the crumbled remains of the...
The statue stood still, as statues have done since man first learned to carve his likeness into rock, eons ago. It watched the beautiful City of Ruston, Louisiana, from the rocky hill which was its domain. Had been its domain for centuries, really. From there it could see the City lights shining through the vanishing afternoon. The men and women walking, dri...
Her art class ended after dark and with no moon, Alma cursed at herself for not parking under a streetlamp. "Ah, well," she thought, "its such a small town, what could happen..." The air around her seemed to sizzle with heat and energy from the coming thunderstorm the weatherman had so gloomily predicted earlier. Alma felt a shiver rise from her bones and...
Annie had a problem. "What's your sign?" Her mouth practically dropped at the question. It had to be the lamest line she had heard all night. Next to her at the bar, typing away on her phone, Breanne audibly scoffed, rolling her eyes and not even turning to look at the man who had dared to open with such a cliché. But it was almost midnight on Saturday...