Dark Apostle: Stories

Based on Mad Max Fury Road, James rescues a bunch of women held captive. A story I wrote when Mad Max first came out, one shot, won't be continued, but fun to write! Now fully edited by my wonderful editor, Steve.

Isekai: He's a zero, a null sum. His life held no meaning. He had always known he was unremarkable, but to be singled out as a statistical anomaly even in the afterlife brought his insignificance to a whole new level. God hates anomalies and doesn't want a zero on the books. Neither, it turns out, does Hell. So, he's been given the chance to reincarnate into a whole new setting, with new challenges and opportunities to prove his worth and determine where he ends up once and for all.

James 24, washes dishes in a greasy Manhattan dive, getting fat. Rick intervenes with the Somnambulator—sleep macro device, designed to sculpt body and mind overnight. Owed a favor by Dispatch, NYC’s street-level superhero response agency, Rick gets James a job there and with his help, Rick pulls James from the muck. James joins, craving that blond superhero pussy in the blue skintight leotard whose diamond-hard nipples haunt his dreams. Not edited by Steven, he's busy helping me with New world.

James William Smith has leapt into a body in 1855; this is my first attempt at a Western, utilizing elements from Cowboys & Aliens, For a Few Dollars More, The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, Doctor Quinn Medicine Woman and Assassin's Creed. I have taken elements from each and smashed them into a story, with my own erotic twist thrown in. If you like my work, be sure to watch the films of all three and read the Cowboys & Aliens novel. This will be a part of a series I am playing with.

In a world gone to shit, James stumbles across a camp with some chrome ass bitches in it. Of course he has to rescue them. Mary Sue based on Mad Max Fury road.

Another one shot, I want off my hard drive. Edited by 'Steven' and expanded over time. All dialogue is mine: They found him, standing in the gate room, a strange man, wearing a strange uniform, from a far distant future. Protocols exist for temporal causalities, but then, where's the fun in that?

This is my love letter to Amanda Tapping, a goddess in my humble opinion. James and Sam get beamed to Thor's ship, right in the middle a rather, hard core fucking scenario. Daniel blinked and looked at Thor - “Actually, the Asgard have their own extensive mythology about galactic history. Thor, do you have any records of human cultural artifacts being… misinterpreted by other species?” “We have observed many human mating practices across your history. This one was… exceptionally expressive.”

Just something I thought of, a short fantasy about my mom and how an incident in my youth might've turned out. This is not edited, so any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. I've changed my mom's name to Steph, so if she does google her name, this won't pop up lmao.

Based on the show Silo, where "James" is Solo, you don’t need to watch the series to understand what’s unfolding. I wrote this piece a while ago, and like the stories I’m slowly working through, it has been revised and polished. I used AI to enhance the draft, and Steven’s wonderful editing skills fixed the remaining mistakes. This is my love letter to Rebecca Ferguson, an absolute goddess in my humble opinion.

Inspired by the Isekai Solo Leveling — Dying, alone, broke, James William Smith gets a notification from a gaming system. The offer is simple: die at 67, or reboot to a factory reset point and become a Player in a cosmic game. What do you think he chose?