Fiction Stories

Marcie Is Initiated
Fifteen-year-old Marcie returns to the gynecologist's office where she was molested a year earlier. She hopes this visit will be more routine. It isn't. As you might expect, you'd do well to read "Marcie's First Visit To The Gynecologist," well, first. But this story will re-introduce the characters as it goes along. Enjoy. We'll see whether Marcie does.

A university graduate girl buys a ring, the ring is the mind/spirit of a person, who is related to a god. She agrees to do his bidding in return for pleasure. With her ability in assisting the destroyer of evil she is transformed into wealth. This is a book of fiction, It does contain some scene that are current. This is just for setting and events, as far as the writer knows, this did not occur, I think... Notes: Shiva is the "destroyer of evil and the transformer"

Dennis grew up in a Children's Home and always wanted to run one himself. He worked hard and achieved his goal, but he was going to run it his way.

A street racer wins at life by losing a race.

A continuation of the events in my popular story 'Game Day'. Marie asks the boys to add some friends to the mix, and everyone gets some surprises. (Reads best if you try 'Game Day' first as a refresher: https://storiesonline.net/s/73067)

A story in the The World of Erasthay Universe
A prophecy threatens a king's life. Angela, a knight, and Sophia, a lesbian acolyte, are plunged into danger, adventure, and intrigue when they leave on a quest to kill a dragon. If you want to read more about the world, see maps, and view the glossary, check out my blog. / (Reviews)

Love or hate computers, you'll love this story. This satirical tale of the humiliation of Little Electronic Technologies and the destruction of their computer software monopoly is told from a future viewpoint, as a college assignment. Some determined computer geeks take on the global might of LET, and win! They defeat LET by getting deep inside their own software!

It was the 'Miss' that swung it, of course. If he'd asked, 'How much, Ma'am' or simply, 'How much', then I might have just walked away, but it was a while since I'd been called Miss and I liked it. A lot.