Chapter 1 1980. A new decade. A few months, maybe a season, the fall, had come and gone since Clinton Street south of Houston had been busted twice and closed. Where once the diverse underbelly of junkies, the punks and suits, men and women, young and not so young, could line up a block over and wait their turn to dash across Clinton to the door they heard...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** This is a prequel to my Repo'd series (which I promise that I will update soon). It gives backstory to Marti, a mailgirl in the Repo'd story whose character, although currently minor, will become more important in coming chapters. However, as this story is set in 2025, six...
Several streams feed into this. Let me explain. First, a reader asked me to give Marigold Wilson her own story. She has appeared in three of my other stories. But I have never written one especially for her. She is the reason why I ultimately chose to put this in LW - instead of the Romance category where it probably belongs. Also - For some insane reaso...
Another dull trip to the grocery store was interrupted on the way home by an alert from my car informing me that it was time to have the oil changed. As luck would have it there was a small sales and service shop that specialized in the type of car I drive less than a mile from my house. I pulled in to the lot and parked in front of the double glass doors an...
Hunting The Storm "Captain!" "That guy's a pain in the ass," Captain grunted as he got out his chair on the flight deck and went downstairs. "Don't crash into anything," he said, winking at Pilot. "What is it now, Bump?" His disdain for the ships engineer was obvious, and had been obvious for a long time. In fact, he was now the only one on the crew tha...
Author's Note: Second edit pass complete! Check out my bio for details. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~Julias~~ There were robes and ashes everywhere. Julias just stood there, eyes wide, and his gaze panned over the room of dead silence so profound, he could hear the rubbing of fabric from Beatrice as she stepped behind him. Damien — he presume...
It's a long story, breaking this into two was a consideration, but I leave it to you the reader to decide if I got it right. It sits in Romance because my editor says it belongs here, left to me I would have put it in Novella. My thanks go to SouthPacific for keeping me honest. As always I'm to blame if you find something wrong with the storyline. *******...
Amethyst Sunset: The world took nearly seventy-two hours for a full rotation. I sat on the beach alone watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon. Because of the leisurely pace I was able to observe the sunset through my mask in various spectra. It was my latest way of distracting myself from the growing negativity between the two princesses. My playtim...
White Buddha: Portrait of an ESL Teacher in China "Melvin..." "Where was he from?" "Portland, Oregon." "That's weird." "It's a weird place..." "But he hated Portland, like, really, really hated Portland, always shitted on its hipsters, and politically correct, passive aggressive people..." "He certainly was not passive aggressive." "Wasn't he...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content. * Songs of Seduction: Silk and Skin Grey "She was there again this afternoon," Sebastian said. "That's five times since the opening." "Who is she?" Jude asked, offering her brother a glass of wine. "I don't know. But the collection must be important to her. She stands in front...