This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
He rode into our valley in the late autumn of 1882. I was a mere lad then, barely tall enough to see over the old hay wagon. In the clear Colorado air, I could see his progress a mile away. At first glance, there seemed nothing remarkable about him, just another stray rider taking the dirt road toward the group of frame buildings that was our little town. Th...
The wind roars through the barren trees, the cold as sharp as an executioner's ax. Though she cannot feel her fingers, Mother clutches her threadbare cloak tighter to her boney body. Sinking lower to the horse below her, she tries to leech warmth from the poor beast as his ice matted legs break through the thick fallen snow. Neither of them has much strength...
Cheryl swayed back and forth as the wagon wheels churned through muddy ruts. She sat beside her mother in the back seat of the buggy, gazing out over the grassy fields. A fine mist mingled with the thick clouds above. The dreariness of the day and her situation made her feel heavy. Occasionally she watched the fine water droplets as the tiny pools formed thi...
"You stupid, bitch!" Eddy thundered. "You've just killed a good horse!" Tina slunk down onto the bench. Eddy's cold hard voice echoed around the empty changing room. Next door Tina could hear the light hearted banter of the male jockeys. Eddy hadn't finished, "I told you to ride him at the back. You knew he would get tired in a three miler... but oh no, yo...
Helena was exhausted. The ache in her body could be felt in every inch of skin, every unmoved muscle and rattled bone. Her head ached constantly and she fitted in and out of consciousness. The blow to her head had been minor but in combination with her vision, little food and water she was left weak. The rider seemed tireless. At first she had tried to spea...
My name is Cassidy and I'm the maid at the house at the edge of town. You know, the one with the red lantern that all the cowhands and farm boys like to visit and the fine upstanding ladies of the community pretend to ignore. We got a new girl, Nell, working here. She started last week and set up her room in the strangest way. She doesn't know about me and...
Chapter One Capua, Italy 73 B.C. They were finally free. No longer would they be forced to fight and fuck for the amusement of the Romans. Yet, their journey had only just begun and the worst of the hardships still lay ahead. Only 73 Gladiators managed to escape Battiatus' Ludus, as well as several female slaves and the Ludus' medico, out of the 200 men...
A BIG Thank You! to my editor for everything you've done with this story. ---------------------------------------------- Chapter: 04 How Monique made a change to her plans Agnan awoke early next morning, to the sound of the birds singing their morning songs. As he arose from bed and walked to his wardrobe, he noticed the letter on a nearby table. Agnan ha...
After a short search, he returns with a rather large butt plug and some lube. You can't believe your eyes. This is too large for her little bottom. He can't be serious. The girl in the video is just as concerned. But, this doesn't deter him from continuing. Opening the tube, he squirts lube on the end of the plug, and positions it at her poor little butt hol...