All the characters in this story are, of course, 18 years or over. ***** It was the summer of 1956 and the sun shone on the United States. It shone on the mid-West. On Minnesota. On the town of Brewer, set among pasture and lakes, with its silos, railroad tracks, dairies and car yards, its treelined streets and spacious old two story homes. It shone on it...
Her hair is like blood, her eyes violet jewels And she governs the fates of all whom she rules. Her voice is of silk, but her words are of steel. Look in her eyes, and your fears become real. A blossom of blood, with thorns that can kill, She will bend all your dreams to the ways of her will. Her beauty is pure as the clear driving rain, But to enter...
((Authors Note - Please note that this is adult fiction, so only read further if you qualify! I've received a number of queries about whether I was going to come up with any more Batgirl stories, and I must confess that I do enjoy writing them, so here's a little series taking our intrepid young warrior beyond that rather traumatic ending in the last stor...
Stardate 47544.94 USS Surefoot-A, Deck 2 Fore, Command Quarters -- 0700 Hours: Captain Esek Hrelle woke up beside his son, sensing the infant's active state. He drew in a little closer, rubbing the side of his muzzle against Misha's, making him purr. Hrelle grinned and rubbed Misha's tummy, making him gurgle. Opposite Misha, Kami stirred enough from her o...
His head was throbbing when he woke up. The Arbiter had done something to him, pressed a finger against his neck that made everything go melty and then black. Nate sat up to review his surroundings. He was in a small cell, about two meters by two meters. It had once been white but now had gone dingy and a bit yellowed. He was sitting on a ledge that served a...
Hank Murphy scanned the sky for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. The sky was clear except for the four North American FJ-4 Fury jets far below and in front of his plane. He scanned the sky again, then concentrated his search to the north. That is where any playmates were likely to come from. He saw a slight glimmer out to the north, low. He c...
December 1916 The Real Thing It was bitterly cold. Condensation droplets flew from the fuselage of the Avro 504 like icy needles, striking Phillip in the face, so he pulled his scarf a little higher. He opened the throttle and the plane began to rumble forward over the wet grass. The instructor’s voice sounded faint and tinny through the ‘Gosport tube’, a r...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
I had no idea what to do, where to go or even, what exactly, was going on. I drove randomly for an hour or so, skirting the smaller communities around the lake, taking care to avoid spending too much time in one area. My leg hurt badly, I had a terrible headache and I couldn't seem to think clearly. I immersed in a thick fog of confusion and my sense of pani...
Note: I kinda dropped the first-person/Sim aspect to these stories. All anal as usual. Two long stories and one short one. The Widow/Sombra section is more light-hearted than the rest for the most part. Also, I know it has continuity issues, but just don't worry about it. The Moira section involves unrealistic, large and deep insertions. The short Widow stor...