Malcolm and Cameron headed in another direction from Jack's locale. They had their eye on and old wooden ship covered by a dune of sand. Only the hood ornament as Cameron called it was sticking up enough to reveal it's location. The neck had a carved Dragon exterior. Along with guns they carried a large nap sack and their favorite shovels. Malcolm seemed mo...
Tempus Frangit By Denham Forrest, writing as Misnomer Jones Tempus Frangit, Capitulus V The craft that had brought Douglas and Myra to Simul's residence hung around until we were ready to leave, and then took the five of us directly back down west. As it came in to land near the cottages, we were surprised to find that there were many other such cra...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...
Short info. about the characters: Panzer is an Anthro Doberman. His age is quite unknown, yet he appears to be about the age of the mid early thirties late twenties. His attire seem to be of the whole WW2 Nazi symbolism, yet his attitude is nothing of Nazi related ideals of today's society. His need for sexual pleasure and a rather rich life has made him we...
It has been a couple of years since my last submission so i was a little rusty withmy English so big thanks to Gene for helping with the grammar. And a special thank you to Jonnie who did a marvelous job editing. the story wouldn't have been so good without you. All characters are above 18 and would love to hear some feedback as this is my first groupsex sto...
Hello, and welcome to the fourteenth issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comme...
Sure, little lady, you can come aboard. Deelighted ya stopped by, whatever it's for. Let me give ya a hand. Nice day, isn't it? May get a bit rough tonight when the storm blows through. Can I offer ya something to drink? Now, now, I've got all kinds of stuff here: bourbon, Scotch, gin, vodka. Even got some craft beers from the monastery, Belgian stuff young...
I heard Brett's voice arguing with Wife and Night Glow. "I have to get him to a hospital or he is going to die. Is that how you want to repay him for all that he has done for you?" "He shall not die," came Wife's reply. "You heard what Raven told us. Husband will live and father many children yet." "Yeah, I heard, but meaning no disrespect, I'd rather put...
You have to be away for some years from your hometown before experiencing a real homecoming, and Charlie Nicholson did just that. He'd left town after stumbling his way through high school – remembered as the gangly kid with glasses, a sunken chest and big feet. – and now eighteen years later he returned to Scudway Crossing, a community of some 50,000 peop...
At first everyone was wary of Cindy of course. However they soon became used to having her around. Her friendly nature and polite behavior soon won them over and she became an accepted member of our community. Vicki was fast becoming a legend among the fighting men and women of our group, and I had to firmly quash the efforts of several who wanted to follow...