Non-Erotic - Page 18

This is not a sex story. A person emailed me and gave me a senario, and I had to write about it. Here is the senario. .. Your walking through the forest along a path in an area thats new to you, yet you are very comfortab...

It was early morning I assume when I first awoke from my nightmare filled sleep, It was still dark out so I could only assume it was early, Deciding I needed a few more hours I layed back down and closed my eyes only to wake again what seemed two...

Alone walked a young boy through the city of Bradford, it was Kenny Miller' s fifteenth birthday and he was spending it alone, he looked across the road at all the other people his age playing with their friends, he walked on thinking about ho...

Shorter Chapter this time through, but what is accomplished here is important to the future of our tale. I call it our tale because if no one were to read it, it would just be a collection of words in cyberspace. I hope you enjoy. There may be a s...

0001 - Tempro 0003 - Conner- Thomas 0097 - Ace - Zimmel 0098 - Lucy 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) 0125 - Lars 0130 - Gillese 0200 - Ellen 0250 - Tendra 0301 - Rodrick 0403 - Johnathon

Another chapter down; enjoy it and please keep the feedback coming. If you like it let me know, if you have questions I’ ll try to answer them, just register on the Forums and send me a PM or leave them in the comments. Thank you for reading...

Adolescent sexuality is a stage of human development in which adolescents experience and explore sexual feelings. Interest in sexuality intensifies during the onset of puberty, and sexuality is often a vital aspect of tee...

I had been going to St. Terrance my whole life. I started in preschool and I’ m still here as a freshman in high school. They call the few of us “ lifers” . Lifers, who have been here since preschool, know the campus better than any...

This takes place on the planet Surnova during the end of their dinosaur period. The human’ s here evolved faster than did their counter part on Earth. The story is now being told by my son War Hawk. I just laid to rest my father R...

Another Chapter down, hope those of you who like the story are continuing to enjoy it. I got a little more character development done and brought another important player for the direction I have in mind for the story into play. I know the story i...

Chapter one The beginning of a Death Master I never knew who my mother or father was. I was raised by several men with only one goal. That was to make me a Death Master. I was a fifteen when I earned my Hachidan which was unheard of in...

----- 9 -- A week passed. Corey laid in a coma under the bright nauseating glow of the hospital’ s fluorescent lights. The driver of that fucking car was just released from the hospital. She finally regained sight in her right eye...

Derrick was still in deep thought when the door to the bridge opened. Looking up Derrick nodded as Dempsy entered followed very closely by Onai and Akira Dempsy. Slightly shaking his head, Derrick sighed, Onai he figured, possibly Akira Dempsy, though not both at the same time.

Cat is haunted by Phtonus’s warning that Justin will kill her. Though she draws a knife, his kindness stops her. A mysterious mark on Justin heals him instantly, granting strange strength. He and Cat break free, flee the city, and head toward Mt. Crone, fearing the release of Cronus. While camping, they share warmth and intimacy, realizing their bond amidst the looming danger.

Charles tried to open his eyes, a small groan erupted from his dry throat. Christ what in the hell hit me he thought, feels like I've been hit several times

Summer gave way to autumn and The Beast’s attitude towards Rose slowly mellowed, although the moments of genuine cordiality between them never quite returned

Link crouched in the shadowy alley as he watched the hustle and bustle of the bazaar across the street. The hot, sticky air that permeated his hiding place was saturated with the cloying stench of rotting garbage, and other, less pleasant, refuse

Some may remember sitting in a darkened room, watching Rod Serling's “Night Gallery.” Each episode began with an unusual painting, about which Mr

“Again.” I shout finally able to finish my sentence. I hear gasps from all around me, I look around to see that we are outside the gates to the capital

If I can claim to specialize in any form of writing at all, it most certainly can not be in writing short pieces/stories (proof: I could have just written ‘I write short stuff’ instead)