The Breaking Point: Chapter 2
I woke up in a cot, in a military style tent, which seemed to be quite new. About ten seconds after I woke up, I realized I had one hell of a headache! "Ah, so G.I. Joe awakens! How does your head feel young man?" asked somebody in the room. I...
The Breaking Point: Chapter 1
Hey. This is my first story, so please go easy. Just comment if you think I should even bother to continue writing.... The Breaking Point: Chapter 1 Rain. I hate rain. Some call it a blessing, others, they scorn the rain. Me, I just find it a...
Churchmouse
I really don't like how this one came out, but hey. I said I'd have something each saturday. * * * "As I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep..." He intoned the old prayer in the same sing-song rhythm as always. After so many years,...
Mr. Smith's Teague.
This is bigger, longer and uncut compared to my other submissions here! It's some dumb steampunk thing I've been meaning to write and the start of a series, though it looks like that isn't coming in much until later. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. ^\_^...
Painting an Astronomer
Alternatively titled "Paint Me Like One Of Your French Girls." Sorry if the formatting is really weird! * * * It was certainly cold, but he did his best to assert that the chilly weather was irrelevant. What mattered here, now, on this particular...
A Cafe in Sackville
"Wake up." Oliver became aware of a weight above him, pressed gently against his shoulders and hips. A familiar muzzle was pressed against his neck, a tongue lulling out of it to lick over his short fur. The drowsy sugar glider raised his paws to rub...
Holiday Special
Hey everybody! I decided I need to write something to celebrate Christmas, so I was all like, "nothing says Christmas like buttsex." So here we are. This story here could be considered sort of a _sequel_ (that's a scary thought) to _On Befriending...
The Breaking Point: Chapter 9
Then next morning, the General tried again to see if I was ready to join his side. I told him I would fax him when I was ready. He got up, and walked out. I heard the door to the entrance close. "Well, lets go to work." I said, as Sam groggily sat...
The Breaking Point: Chapter 8
Once we had been on the road for about ten minutes, I tried to see if I could get out of the bounds behind my back. I couldn't, and the more I tried, the tighter it seemed to get. I also tried spitting out the gag from my mouth, but that too failed. I...
The Breaking Point: Chapter 7
I awoke, and I was groggy over the previous night. It slowly came back to me. I sat upright on the bed, and mulled over all of what I had been through in the last 24 hours. I had been accepted into the tribe, had become a warrior, got an unwilling...
The Breaking Point: Chapter 6
About a week later, I was crouched on a cliff, about 200 yards high, looking down on an access road in which the truck convoys often used. "Alright everyone, you attack on my signal. Make your own judgments on whether they live or die." Ryan was on a...
The Breaking Point: Chapter 5
I woke up to birds singing, and a major headache. My head pulsed in pain, and those damn things wouldn't shut up. I got up, and my head spun. I sat down for a minute, and then got back up. I swayed a little bit, but stayed standing. I picked up my...