It was well after dawn when the four of us pulled up to the cabin in the ambusher’s pickup. I could see several guns tracking our movements from the upper windows and the tree line. When I stopped the truck, I got out carefully, not knowing how itchy the fingers were on those triggers. Once I was recognized, Melissa came outside carrying her AK47. “Take...
I left my aunt Audrey’s an older 18 than when I arrived. She taught me things in a weekend, that would have taken years to learn with someone my own age. I got home and called Diane and asked her out that night. I borrowed Mom s car and we went to the drive in I haven t seen any movies with Di we spend all our time making out.I talked to her about going out...
Squeezing myself into Sams little 2 door Viva I folded and laid my tunic on the back seat. As we approached Sams house, she held and squeezed my hand. Squeezing her hand I turned and gave her a reassuring smile. "Sorry am really nervous, stupid isn't it?" "No, not really, I feel nervous and on edge. Maybe it's because we get on so well, want everything to...
Sorry, no sex, just a story about a guy trying to cope with an upset in his life. I hope you enjoy and constructive criticism is always appreciated. * My name is Steve Malone; I am fifty six, work as a retail store manager and have been married to my wife Nickole for twenty nine years. Personally, I would not trade any of those years for gold. But then ag...
This is set in the same universe as my other story Forgotten but does not crossover as most of it is set seventy years earlier. I have done as much research as I could to try make it as authentic as possible (terminology and the like). I guess this the result of watching too many war documentaries with my dad when I was growing up. I am open to help with thi...
CHAPTER 1 The fine summer day was spotted with white cookie-shaped clouds when Hunter Macdonald began laying out lunch for his party of thirteen tourists from around the world. Two grandmotherly types hurried to assist because that's the compulsively kindly thing many grandmothers do. The boating travelers were five miles from base, on a sandy beach on Pung...
The first thing I need to tell you is that this really happened. I know it's all very unlikely but remember one in a million chances happen nine times out of ten. First let me describe myself. My name is Martin. I'm not exactly what you'd call attractive but then nor am I hideous. My complexion isn't what I'd want it to be but I'm not repugnant as such. Pr...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
Luckily for me—or maybe a little unluckily—I'd programmed my machine to jerk me back to 'reality' after six hours. The artist Chad had a pretty good life, but I didn't know about retiring there. I fixed the bug, but it gave me an idea. I'd been lucky so far, but jumping into other realities without a clue as to how to get along there was dangerous. The fir...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Die 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 verse, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you,...