Chapter 1: He stood in the driveway looking down at the tiny pair of booted feet sticking out from under the front end of the lifted black Jeep Wrangler in the three car garage. The black, size six Dr. Martin boots were twitching slightly to the beat of "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC, which was blaring from the Bose speakers on the end of the work bench in the...
I live for feedback. ***** 1 Philippa For the umpteenth time I needed to move to get my circulation going again. I tried to stretch my legs but it's not easy in the front seat of my small car. Fuck, I thought as I snagged my tights against something beneath the steering wheel. If that was another pair ruined I would scream. I was parked facing a nondescri...
*This is my Valentines Day 2016 Story submission, and the first story I've ever posted, so I hope you enjoy* Chapter 1 After languishing in the back hills of Wyoming, David was more than happy to return to Salt Lake City. It may seem a rather homey city compared to many other parts of the country, and other places that he himself had lived, but he definite...
Still innocent. The next morning it was business as usual, Michelle had some work to do as a notary, Helena had a meeting with the board of directors of one of her larger corporations and Marion was busy at her old home, which was on the market to be sold. As for Rob... Rob just walked with his dogs in the woods not far from the estate. He mused about the...
Part 1 of 2 "Your time has expired. Please deposit additional funds or vacate the unit." The polite voice repeated in Spanish, Japanese, and Canto. The buzzer that followed immediately after was a stark contrast—a dissonant series of tones developed to be especially irritating. The Kiroshi's chrono down in the left corner of my field of vision read 14:27....
Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. I appreciate that the poor grammar may take away from the tale. My editing could be better and I continue to work on it. I'm sure there are some errors and I do care. Thank you for your comments. ***** The meeting was arranged by a voice on the hotel phone and it sound like a fe...
Note from the author: Hi everybody! It's been a while since I wrote in a contemporary setting. It was the announcement of World Gin Day - an event unknown to me until this year - that tickled my fancy. However, truth be told, I've also had to tackle some major writer's block. So... finally, here is my new tale, which I hope you will all enjoy! P.S.: The pac...
Author's Note: No Strings Attached is the second collaboration by MsCherylTerra and Bebop3. We hope you enjoy the story! Bebop3's stories can be found here. No Strings Attached Alex I stood at the doorway watching her. I don't like kids. I don't dislike them either, they simply don't exist in my day-to-day life so I don't really think about them much. B...
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by UrsusMajr and PapaWereBear (Note to Reader: This is the sequel to Becoming the Bear. Although the two stories can stand alone, they are linked; some things in this story refer to events and characters in the earlier one. You may wish to read that one first. This is (obviously) a work of fiction, and no real persons or events are depicted. As in our other...