Fantasy

Sweat built up along his brow like a crowd on black Friday. His ax screamed as it cut the air. Piece after piece of gnarled wood ripped apart with each mighty swing. The ax penetrated the logs fibrous core with strength and practiced ease. The woodsman plowed on. Mostly unaware of his beautiful surrounds. Trees towered over him in an almost perfect circle. Their waxy leaves cast deep, long shadows across the forest floor. All around him the cycle of decay, renewal and life was obvious. Large bulbous mushrooms with heads engorged slid out through the dirt into the humid air...

There is a battle for the heart in me, a battle for my soul you see. For I am the last Instinct. Before even I was created their were my people. We were ancient beings who clawed our way out of the abyss that came before everything. We were the embodiment of pure primal instinct and soon the instinct of approval kicked in and we started to create things.the greatest amongst us created fifteen rocks of tremendous beauty and for a time my people lived on them. After a millennia though my people grew bored so all but one moved to...

Computer Man Pt1 I was standing in my arsehole of a boss’s office, smiling at the dickhead. He likes to order people about as if he owns the place, but one day he will work for me. I left and drove off in my van. Climbing into the back I started all the monitors. When I heard that our company was putting in a bid to wire and maintain all forty houses on each of the one million pound houses on a new estate. I was the only person to see the potential. I am a graduate electrician and in my...

Disclaimer: These stories are not mine all characters belong to JK Rowling. Nineteen Years Later... Wait... what? Nineteen? Why nineteen? Don’t these things happen in even amounts of years like “two,” “ten,” or “twenty”? Or even increments of five years? Why would I go against convention and use an odd number like nineteen? “Oh, look at me; I’m such a rebel. I place my epilogue nineteen years into the future! I’m such a trend setter.” Who am I to go against convention? Fifteen years later... No matter how many times Harry saw the “new” Hogwarts, the wizard’s chest would puff up...

Jim and Beverly sat in the tub reminiscing about certain things that happened many years ago. Jim just revealed that he was going to reconcile with his brother Raymond. Jim is in the midst of telling his wife Beverly the many ways that his brother Raymond betrayed very important men in other secret sects of Minotaur and Satyr. So let’s pick the story up with Jim telling Beverly a new story about the exploits of his twin brother Raymond. Jim gazing at his wife from the other side of the bath tub and said, “You know there are so many things...

Last Saturday night he dropped in to Cinema X, and he was horny as hell. He saw a big guy in the parking lot with lots of tattoos and an earring surrounded by a group of 3 or 4 guys of a similar description. He went on in, paid his $6 and entered the dark theatre. He had trouble with his eyes adjusting, but made his way to his usual seat on an aisle at the rear of the front section, where he hoped guys would come and take their cocks out for him to suck. It wasn’t long. A guy...

You're waiting for a train. A train that'll take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you. But you can't know for sure. Yet it doesn't matter. Now, tell me why?............ Dominic Cobb July 8 2010. Chapter one Just ask me nicely To Ms. Jones' annoyance, Vito raised his hand when she asked the class if anyone had forgotten their gym strip. Again, Vito? The rest of the class snickered. Red faced, Vito nodded as big blond Trent Larson acted the spaz, flopping his muscular arm over his desk, provoking hooting from his cronies. Quiet! Ms...

Birthday Boat Ride Revised Chapter 1 “What are you wearing, Diana asked”? Uh, I was just going to wear my board shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, why do you ask? Jack answered. “Because guys have it so easy, you just wear anything, whereas us women need to think about weather, what if I get wet, what will I wear if we go to dinner?” “Stop stressing, just wear your bikini and take shorts and a top, what’s so hard about that?” “Nothing, I guess when you put it that way, but get a couple of windbreakers in case it gets chilly...

In the Emperor’s Harem 1. “Do you know who I am?” I asked the chained girl in front of me. The woman looked so small cowering in front of my erect manhood. She avoided my gaze and knelt in silence. “Answer me!” I yelled, cracking the whip in my hand against the ornate marble floor. I could never use the whip on her, of course, I appreciated the flawless skin of my women too much too ever scar one of them, but she didn't know that. “You're the Emperor Domitian,” she said quietly. “You killed my family.” “Ah you're mistaken my...

Leslie was 38, but she didn’t look a day over 30. A very petite brunette, she stood 5’2” and weighed just 110 pounds. She had enhanced breasts (a gift to herself after her first divorce) that perfectly filled out her 34C bra. She never had kids and worked out regularly to keep the aging process at bay. Leslie had some wonderfully feminine features. Thick, shiny, black hair that came down just past her shoulders. Soft, full lips and large blue eyes that had the ability to somewhat distract passers by from her small ass. She had one of those backsides that...