What does it mean to possess something? Does it truly belong to the person holding it? Are people even in control of their selves, their emotions? Just like beauty is in the eye of the beholder, possession is nine|tenths.
I couldn't help but wonder about some of the foreign exchange students I knew as I grew up. The girls, I mean. I was busy trying to get into their American friends' panties. I always wondered who was trying to get into theirs. So I wrote a little fantasy about that. It's probably a bit over the top. But after all, it was MY fantasy.
A Gifted Story Part of the Keltria universe
Vincent peered around the trunk of the tree. He pulled his head back quickly as he saw the gunman aim at him from behind the bush. The shot chipped bark off the tree, and he swore silently. He, Paul and Leigh, were hemmed in by the Brigands. Vincent was still wondering how they had ended up in this predicament. [WARNING: - Grammarly was used as part of the editing process and this book has not yet been edited by my Ed.]
A Still Waters / Fair Winds Story You catch your wife with another man. Right before you can divorce her cheating ass, you go and win the fucking Lottery! Of all the rotten luck!
A Beastly Roommates Story Due to circumstances, a human man and a minotaur woman are forced to move in together and discover more than they ever expected, even thought possible.
This all started when my pal RichardGerald abducted my dog and put him in a story. The ending was a bit harsh (e.g., a classic RG piece). So, folks asked me to talk to him about a sequel. RG felt that it ended where it should. Instead he proposed a follow-on like we did with The Empire Builder. So, this is the continuation written in my style. As for Buster. He appreciates your concern. He'd be here to thank you himself, but he's outside right now rolling in something disgusting. / (Reviews)