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Here's the current installment I hope you enjoy. As always please vote and comment and tell me how you like the storyline. Suggestions are always welcome. * October 6, 2012 Lost But Not Forgotten: Nick followed the water upstream for miles until it reached the outermost ring of water. This lake was wide and deep and with no mode of transportation it app...
Bartered Orgasms with Agonies of Faith (Part One. Possibly stand alone.) (An "adult" read of more than 10,000 words. This is an effort to touch on the implications of whoring in periods of social tumult and political upheaval. There are no pretensions of expertise in the history and culture of South Africa. The author is acquainted, however, with knowledg...
This is the first time I've submitted a story for a contest. It's much shorter than my usual lengthy rambles. Hope you'll enjoy it. Submitted on Friday the 13th .... *** - "You idiot! You never think!" said my father. Actually, he shouted it. He was absolutely right. Sleeping with the Duke's niece wasn't very bright, for the son of an innkeeper. Getting...
The White Duck Charlotte bolted upright in her bed, gasping for breath. Her eyes darted around the dark room. For a few minutes, she wasn’t sure where she was, or why she felt so terrified. This can’t be happening again, she thought as her mind began to reassemble some sort of order. She laid back down and put her hand on her chest. Her heart was beating...
Friday, 2 shopping days to Christmas As expected, Sir Philip had Lady Barbara collected early on Friday morning with his chauffeur-driven limousine, which pulled up and parked outside the row of cottages precisely at six o'clock. She was ready to go, with an overnight bag packed and waiting inside the front door. She stepped out of her cottage as soon as th...
Author's Note: Here we are, the penultimate chapter of the story. As you can probably tell from the description, this chapter is going to get a little dicey. Hang in there with me, we are almost at the end! ***** Dawn broke early that morning and the rays of the sun pierced the light blue curtains that attempted to hold it back. Stephen cracked an eye open...
It was raining. Storming really. Sheets of rain poured down on the High Forest, hitting the leaves of the trees and rising the moisture level of the forest. The rain was accompanied with rumbling thunder and flashing lightning across the sky. Animals were hiding in their homes, staying out of the rain. That was what they always did during storms. As the rai...
By morning Willie was coming to terms with Jeremy's duplicity and felt it incredulous that he had fallen so hard for his charm. He had been so sure of him, but in the end the wretched man had proved himself to be fickle and no different to so many others he had known in the past. 'Get a grip', he told himself, as the English sometimes did. The phrase had co...
The train, on leaving Great Salt Lake at Ogden, passed northward for an hour as far as Weber River, having completed nearly nine hundred miles from San Francisco. From this point it took an easterly direction towards the jagged Wahsatch Mountains. It was in the section included between this range and the Rocky Mountains that the American engineers found the...