A Rage Story After a brawl at the strip club at which he works, a bouncer walks home on a natural high thanks to a medical condition he has that makes fighting a pleasure. Unfortunately for him, forces have arrayed against him to repay his lack of respect for those he has smote so easily. But enemies are not the only ones with an eye on this unlikely hero and his rough night at work was just the beginning of a long journey on a path determined by his past.
A story of the Clegg family's slave trading businesses
Clegg's white slaving organisation has some problems. Maybe a new marketing manager can help? Follow Larry as he learns about abductions and auctions, finds new clients and helps Clegg's business to collect, train and sell a bevy of helpless damsels in distress.
Join Jed Snodgrass as he learns to be a lawman in 1878 Texas. He may be young in years, but he is old enough when it counts. The Texas Ranger recruiter never formally asked his age, so he never formally told it. He has a unique advantage over many other Rangers, he never went to school, so he can't read and write; therefore he doesn't have to fill out that damned paperwork!
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The only story I managed to write over the summer break. See my blog for updates on why. Sorry, no sex in this one. As the owner of a minivan and the recepient of the perceptions involved on the occasions I'm forced to drive it, just had to get this one out.
Jack Harbinger is a boy with an unusual congenital defect that plagues him as he grows up. This is the story of how he copes with the problem and eventually conquers it. The story begins with Jack's early childhood and ends when he and his wife enter college. He manages to come to the attention of the US Treasury Department. 14 chapters.
Violent storms are common in the Midwest. The one described here actually happened outside a little town I was staying in almost 20 years ago. It sounded like a train, the tornado axiom, if you will, but the straight-line winds cleared a windrow to stumps and killed several cattle (and I'm sure a lot of other critters). Friday I was in the shower, during a storm, when my muse spoke to me, and yes, when I looked out back, she was sitting on our boat.