Chapter 17 (37 days)
Once more, Arthur and Lancelot rode through the narrow, twisting canyon path, only now they spurred their horses on, hoofs clattering. The baying of the barghest grew louder and louder still. Glancing back, Lancelot caught glimpses of their fell shapes, moving like shadows along the path, while still more leapt along the top of the cut in the mountain. The glance near...
2022-01-17 05:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostThe first time the security camera swept their way, Jack and Brett cringed. Yes, Jack was pretty sure he’d disabled the camera, but there was always a little doubt. The camera saw nothing. There was no alarm. So, they continued down the hall, came to a door that, ridiculously enough, had the words “Experimental Lab” written on the door and went in.
“Yes!” Brett said. It wa...
2022-01-14 05:00:03 +0000 UTC View Post
Transformed into a woman by his EX, Larry couldn't get used to wearing a bra. It always seemed too tight, and it pinched and the cups kept riding up his boobs, and he felt like he was going to spill right out of the tight little tank top!
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2022-01-12 05:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 16
In which Lancelot’s will doth fail.
We return to the scene of Lancelot, hiding behind a bush of holly, as Arthur prepared to disrobe and bathe himself in the steaming waters of the spring. Lancelot, we will remember, had suggested to Arthur he intended to perform his evening prayers in order to occupy his mind. If only he had, perhaps the good Lord would have give...
2022-01-10 05:01:02 +0000 UTC View Post“Hold on a second,” Jack said, once they had gotten inside and closed the door behind him.
“Why?”
“I leveled,” he said. “Let me allocate my points.”
“You leveled? For kissing a guy?”
“Don’t remind me.” Once more, Jack felt an urge to put his points where he would have if he were playing a tank, but he put them into his stealth skills instead.
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2022-01-05 05:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 15
“The girl escaped,” The Huntsman said. “Or, rather, she was rescued.”
“Escaped? Rescued?” Mordred, once more masked, seethed. “How? Rescued by whom?”
Once more, the two had met near the edge of the forest. Sunlight dappled the shadowy forest floor, and gnarled limbs stretched over their heads.
“A knight armored in white.”
“A k...
2022-01-01 19:36:23 +0000 UTC View PostHey, folks. Here is a little preview of what to expect during January 2022!
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“That’s the lab,” Jack said, pointing to a low-rise 1970s office building of concrete and glass. The run over had left him breathing hard, his breasts heaving, cheeks and the tip of his nose flush. Brett felt so turned on, and he struggled to calm himself.
“How are you so sure?”
Jack rotated his pointing finger 180 degrees to a street sign. “It was visible through one of...
2021-12-25 16:25:05 +0000 UTC View Post“Old film projectors,” Brett said. “ So cliche. I’m surprised there isn’t a phonograph.”
“I know, right?” Jack said, leaning over, looking for the switch to turn on the projector. His hair fell in his face, and he pulled it back and threw it over his shoulder.
Brett couldn’t help but enjoy the view of Jack bending over like that in his heels– it was like an invit...
2021-12-18 02:16:56 +0000 UTC View PostJack grabbed the mini-skirt, then held it out and away with two fingers, like it was a dead skunk. “Never,” he said, stashing it in his inventory, but not equipping it. Instead, he started searching the bodies, hoping for more loot. “The gear for women in these games is always so sexist and stupid.”
“If you aren’t going to wear it, give it back,” Brett said. “I found it....
2021-12-11 20:16:13 +0000 UTC View PostJust wanted to let everyone know that I have unsuspended contributions since I am back to posting new material. Thanks to everyone for your support and encouragement! Look for more LITRPG this week!
2021-12-01 02:37:58 +0000 UTC View PostBrett pulled up his inventory, saw he had a sawed off shotgun and a Bowie knife. He equipped both. The shotgun appeared in a sling across his back, the Bowie knife at his waist. “Cool.” He pulled the knife and wovd a figure eight pattern in front of himself as they walked down the sidewalk. People in the crowd gasped and cowered or ran away.
“Stop it!” Jack squeaked, hating how mu...
2021-11-22 22:58:44 +0000 UTC View Post“What if we play as girls this time?”
Bret dropped the question in an offhand way, like, what if we get some Rockstar? Like he didn’t care. His heart, though, was racing.
Jack shrugged. He was sprawled out in Bret’s gaming chair, the two of them lounging in Bret’s dorm room, a cluttered and sloppy room with clothes scattered on the floor, posters of swimsuit mo...
2021-11-07 23:54:15 +0000 UTC View PostFor anyone interested, before my sickness I collaborated on a script with TG Trinity. It is now being posted on TG Trinity's Patreon along with a lot of other great material. The story is called Witness Protection: My Wife's Twin. Check it out!
https://www.patreon.com/tgtrinity/posts
2021-09-12 15:11:44 +0000 UTC View PostI have heard you! Two things. I did not know until a patron mentioned it that I could suspend payments. I would not be able to keep charging people in good conscience if I was not producing material. So, now that I can leave the material up without charging you, I will do so. I may migrate it to Fictionmania at some point-- but as previously stated, LOW ENERGY.
Secondly, the blog do...
2021-09-12 15:06:27 +0000 UTC View PostHey, folks. I have suspended payments for September. Though I still plan of shutting down the page, I decided this would allow me to leave the content up for at least one more month in case some of you have not gotten to read some of the stories yet. Thanks to all again and have an awesome September!
2021-08-31 02:30:42 +0000 UTC View PostIt strikes me as I write this that I am unfortunately consistent in this area, as I am also terrible at saying goodbye. The time has come, though, for me to give up writing, and therefor to say goodbye to you, my patrons and I would like to say , my friends.
I am overwhelmed with gratitude for each of you, and your willingness to support my work. I hope I brought you some joy, some fun, m...
2021-08-22 23:38:51 +0000 UTC View PostEpisode Four
Cold open. Mike and Jason’s apartment is shadowy and blue, as if early morning. We hear keys clicking in the lock. The door creaks open and we see Jason wince. He’s holding his heels with the fingers of one hand, and begins to tip toe across the apartment floor. Just as he reaches his bedroom door and puts his hand on it, the lights turn on.
Jason leaps ...
2021-08-04 14:16:04 +0000 UTC View PostEpisode Four: Wowzers
Opening Credit: Grainy shots of a gritty, bygone New York City. Big, steel cars patched with bondo line the streets. Women in skirts and dresses scurry along sidewalks crowded with men in suits. We see drug stores and delis, record stores and fancy restaurants with names on their awnings. Two young men with sharp, collegiate ha...
2021-07-28 12:22:36 +0000 UTC View PostI flip to the next page. I read:
No, do not seek me
Lace bound, stilletoed, i bleed
Razor smooth, i tremble
The sounds of traffic outside the Uber fade. I see Mike in the bathtub, shaving those long legs, soapy bubbles dripping from the curve of his calf. I run my fingers over my smooth skin, and I tremble. 2021-07-24 15:11:32 +0000 UTC View Post
The clock ticked down, neither Superman nor Darkseid missed a jump, both dazzled the crowd with a dazzling super speed display of flying rope jumping like nothing the world had ever seen. The buzzer sounded, and they both landed. Even supers like themselves could be taxed, and both Superman and Darskseid would have loved to just collapse on the ground and BREATH.
But they also knew the ju...
2021-07-24 14:51:52 +0000 UTC View PostEpisode Two: Working Girls.
Opening Credit: Grainy shots of a gritty, bygone New York City. Big, steel cars patched with bondo line the streets. Women in skirts and dresses scurry along sidewalks crowded with men in suits. We see drug stores and delis, record stores and fancy restaurants with names on their awnings. Two young men with sharp, collegi...
2021-07-21 17:03:36 +0000 UTC View PostThe audience shrieked as Superman and Darkseid began to jump, hair and bodies bouncing. At first, they each stuck to regular jumps, each one just getting comfortable and in time.
“Remember,” Green Lantern called out. “If neither of you misses, the winner will come down to style points.”
“You ready to get serious?” Superman said.
“Whenever you are."
Superman...
2021-07-18 02:46:32 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Two
Cut to Jason on the ledge, arms pressed against the wall, screaming, “I’m afraid of heights!”
Mike is still in the apartment, his head stuck out the window. “Then why did you climb out on the ledge?”
“I didn’t know I was afraid of heights until I climbed out on the ledge!”
Laughter.
“So, come back inside!” 2021-07-14 04:01:01 +0000 UTC View Post
I call an Uber. I know. A guy like me, hardboiled detective, calling an Uber? But, hey, my vintage Camaro is in the shop. Again. I wait on the sidewalk outside the hotel, feeling like a fool. The late afternoon sun is blazing, and I start to sweat. An odd thought occurs to me-- I don't want to be all smelly and sweaty when I see Mike. I should clean up. But some brill cream in my hair. I ...
2021-07-13 04:01:00 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 14
“So, the rumors are true,” Colban said, now looking more closely at the young woman sitting before him.
“Rumors? So quickly?” Lancelot said.
“We are druids and close to nature. Do you not think the crows gossip?” Colban tilted his head to the side as his eyes played across Arthur’s face. “What is it like?” He asked. “To be a man, a king, trapped ...
2021-07-12 15:28:45 +0000 UTC View Post70s Sitcom: Just Smile!
By TG Kadee and Anonymous 2
Opening Credit: Grainy shots of a gritty, bygone New York City. Big, steel cars patched with bondo line the streets. Women in skirts and dresses scurry along sidewalks crowded with men in suits. We see drug stores and delis, record stores and fancy restaurants with names...
2021-07-08 17:19:35 +0000 UTC View Post