cmsix: Stories

A little something short that came to mind.

I didn't, but when my diabetes went away on its own I started getting a hint.

What the hell? I lived and then I died, but what came next didn't seem to be what I was expecting out of heaven or hell. That didn't mean it wasn't to my liking.

There's no sense letting good pussy go to waste.

Well, I wasn't really free like you might think of, but I was damned sure on my own with a little help from the spacemen.

Jake was sitting around on his ass watching a Space Opera on his TV and then damned if he didn't get sucked up in a transporter beam and invited to join a mission. He wasn't exactly Fucked, but it was close enough.

I decided to leave Sweet Home, Alabama two weeks before the Yankees were going to make a push though it. I ran into a few complications on my way to Independence Missouri and even more after that.

Even though I had an Irish mother my Eyetalian father had given me dark eyes, dark hair, and dark skin. Lots of folks thought I was half Indian, but I knew I weren't.

My Dad was a wimp. Why in the hell did he think he could make it to Texas with a cobbled together wagon train?

Jake discovered something funny about the cave he found on the land he leased for hunting. He found a cave, but when he went out the back entrance he couldn't find the front one from where he was.