To the reader: I thought that I would do a very short story for Halloween. It doesn't really go anywhere; it's just a colorful depiction of a typical honkytonk. One of thousands scattered along lonely rural roads in America and many places around the world. So pop-a top and read on PN Welcome to Samuel's; just "Sam's" to the locals. A little dive of a hon...
Hello and welcome back to Werewolves and Indians. I am actually attempting to slow this story down, and not rush it. Most of my stories, I have been told, seemed rushed. So, just to warn you that this story is definitely a SLOW BURN There will be sex in the story, but it will happen when it is the right time. There is NO SEX in this chapter, but please don...
Thank you to my editors LadyCibelle and Techsan for making this story a much better read. * I was sitting there in the restaurant in the quaint small town where I used to live. They had one of those tabletop jukeboxes and I was looking through the song titles. I remembered how so many songs seemed to be a pathway for me. I slipped in a few coins and pushed...
To Smokie's Bar, deep in the heart of the throbbing city. Behind the bright, pastel colours of the suburbs, past the smog of the motorways, away from the neat precision of the business district and just down the road from the industrial complexes. It's ten past midnight on a typical Friday night, music blares from jukeboxes in this sleazy area and An eclecti...
Author's Note: This is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it. To all the editors and critics who repeatedly use 'clumsily worded' in their corrections for my potential use: The words I use are specific; get gooder brain power. Any comments and feedback, positive or negative, is appreciated - Not to mention everyone likes...
Hi all! Here is the next part of my Arachne tale! Make sure you check my bio for release dates! Please remember that it takes a few days for them to upload after I hit submit, but you should see the rest of this story by Halloween 2019 (Seven chapters total). However, if you are reading this in the future, you should have access to all seven of them now! I...
I thought at the time I had the worst luck in the world. There I was, standing on the shoulder of an interstate somewhere in Western Pennsylvania, eighteen wheelers rumbling by as I stared at my 1982 Toyota Celica. I'd opened the hood to see if I could figure out what was wrong, but had no clue. A few minutes earlier it started making a worrisome thumping...
Lochlainn Thorsson laid his axe aside for a moment as he once again wondered about his future. He knew that he'd been putting off making a decision about his life and that he needed to end this dithering soon. The harvest was almost finished and then he'd have to make some sort of a choice. He knew that he couldn't follow this crew to their next bid as it wa...
First, this is what I think of as a 'guy story'. The protagonist has sex with several ladies. If any of you are offended by this, I suggest you find something else to read. This story takes place mostly in the small town of San Juan, California. Now...before you go breaking out your maps to look for it, I should tell you that it doesn't really exist. It is...
Here's something brand new, from me to you! I started this story ages ago, basically forgot all about it, and came across it again few weeks back. After that, I couldn't rest until I finished it! This isn't exactly like my other hockey stories. There's hockey, and the mention of a game or two, but it's not based on a player at all. Also, I completely fictio...