I looked around the sitting room, where my sisters and mother and the aristocratic and haughty Lady Marjory and the flame haired Rose her tall spoiled daughter, were all looking expectantly at me and I laughed. "Mr Harnsworth," Lady Marjory demanded, "What exactly do you find funny?" It was something my Father said many years ago, "John," he had said to me...
Story contains disturbing themes, including death and questionable non-consent. [Dedicated to and inspired by the shades of those that have gone before. Small, petty minds can't appreciate greatness but can only attempt to tear it down.] * Of course I'll tell you my story if you're willing to listen, though I doubt it will do much good. Still, if there's...
Nike was all of 5' 3" in shoes and nearly 107-lb when soaking wet. She was a petite raven haired beauty that could pass for an American Indian, a Chinese woman or even a Philippine-American, since all the blood-roots ran in her ancestry. But she was borne and raised in Louisiana, and spoke both Creole and English- with a heavy accent barely understandable ou...
Carol Duncan sighed heavily as she carried the large load of dirty clothes from their bedroom to their apartment's downstairs laundry room. Art was away playing tennis somewhere again, the second day in a row, forcing her to spend yet another weekend alone. This wasn't the way she'd imagined it when they talked of how happy they'd be once they were married a...
*** Another Tale from the Shack. This one is after Pogo and Spooky. Really it fits right before the last paragraph of that story. You don't have to read that one to get this one, but it will make it better. There is no graphic sex in this story line. Special thanks to sbrooks103x and Crkcppr for editing and beta reading it for me. Any remaining errors are e...
Thanks to every one for your comments and also for voting. It makes me feel great that you are enjoying my work. * Sullivan was so impatient to get back to their room that he scooped Maddie up into his arms and carried her the rest of the way to the main house. He didn't break a sweat as he deposited her in front of the bedroom door and she opened it to...
Authors note: this story takes place after the defeat of the Lich King, and still takes place in the World of Warcraft universe, on the alliance side. ***** We marched, Giles, Soyora, and I, right up to the entrance of the stockades. We all dressed in the arms of Stormwind foot soldiers. There we produced one of Soyora's clever forgeries to the guard there...
Author's Note: There is no sex in this story. If that's what you're looking for, read one of my other stories. A special thanks to blackrandl1958 for organizing this event, and for editing this story. You're a doll. Thank you, also, to my other editor and friend, Pixel the Cat and all my fantastic betas: Laura Lun, BarryJames1952, Spyauth, sbrooks103x, a...
Chapter Fifty-Nine CERTIOK I was stuck somewhere between boredom and existential terror. Within the shadow of Castle Alkandra, my battlegroup of the disabled and geriatric was shielded from the raining hell of boulders and missiles. The distant cacophony created a droning thunder that echoed off the castle's atrium, which acted as an enormous stone bandst...
Hi all! Here it is, the next chapter of HFHM! New reader? Start at the beginning, I've packed in quite a bit of plot and you will be super confused. But maybe that's your kink, so by all means, stroke away. Returning reader? Wonderful, now that you're here, the party can continue! Where last we left off, Mike had accidentally discovered a pair of faces ins...