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Part 1 Who Am I? A companion story to "I'm Just Me" Who am I and how did I survive? My name is Samantha, but I don't answer to 'Sam'. My daddy called me Mantha and since many mispronounce that I call my business Manta Dive Services. We were deep diving doing some repair on an...

Hey writer's, here are the details ~ good luck to everyone!! Mary (no garden, no lamb) :scn:

Shameless Hussies It was downright indecent. The alacrity with which those firm fleshed round beauties shed their thin flannel nighties after the hot steam chamber and hastened to join their lovely nude sisters in the lemony scented bath.

We were walking down the street. Morning Dove was so happy she was almost dancing as she walked. She was a beautiful young thing. Five foot 2 inches tall, long black hair and eyes that had a twinkle to them. As we walked a young man came out of a store in front of us. She said, “I have to talk...

Just in case! :) Constructive criticism is also welcomed.

Please post all comments to The Reluctant Survivalist here. Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. While based on real people, the events are the figments of the Author's wild imagination. The Author does not condone any illegal activities. Also please note that while the main...

it looks good so far. I didn't have time to read more than the first few paragraphs yet but I have copied it to notepad so I can read it later. I hope more is forth coming.

Just in case I decide to continue..... .....RVM45 :cool::shkr::cool:

Save The Last Dance For Me He caught her eye across the room, and winked. She smiled shyly and returned her attention to her drink. "Well, Ernie, what are you waiting for?" he asked himself. "An engraved invitation?" Then the self-talk began, all of the doubts, fears and insecurities...

The Siege A Short Survival Story by Fleataxi Chapter 1 Dean Johnson’s family owned 5,000 acres of prime ranch land with good water near Austin, NV with Allodial Title that pre-dated Nevada’s Statehood and grazing rights on another 5,000 acres of adjacent BLM land. They ran cattle on...

Good job, Alan. I just finished yesterday's installment. A couple comments: at the conclusion of the chapter, you bring up the source of the big fire--Union Street Station. Then in the following few sentences on how the fire started. A suggestion: for fleshing-out purposes, is Union Street...

When we were care taking the hunting lodge they let us run a small store rather than pay us. The store was only open in the summer come winter it was sometimes hard to find where the store was actually due to snow drifts. Visitors were few and far between more than a month would go by with out...

Our Spring for water is over 1300 ft down into a deep canyon it has had problems at times pipes get plugged, circut breaker pops all sorts of little stuff....The cistern where the water comes in to be pumped up the hill to the cistern in the front yard is a 500 gal cement building surround by...

Just wondering what happened to the story "What Went Wrong"? The author hadn't posted in a while and so I didn't look for it very often. I thought I'd check on it and I couldn't find it in the member stories. Did the author request its removal?

This is the start of another chapter I am working on. Willy was one of the best sled dogs I ever owned. Willy was born to my lead dog Magnolia while we lived at the Out Post in North Park Colorado. His sire was an old wheel dog named Patch. Patch was a George Atla, Garth Wright dog. I had bought...

When did I last tell her I love her? I lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, remembered I was in a non-smoking area and crushed it out. I can’t believe this is happening. Was this my fault? Do they remember I’m out here?

I am trying to locate 2 stories from the cheap Sciuridae tree before they chop off the branches. The first one the main character has a wife that is in a wheel chair and the last thing I had read was he had just found his kids at his parents house but his parents were not there. The second...

I hope you enjoy the story. I will, sometime in the future, expand this to a full story.

The comma says "Let's slow down for a second here". The period says "We better just stop right here". I found this very helpful. :p

This story got away from me a little, one of the main characters in the outline didn't even show up. (He took one look at what was happening, and he left town). This is the most explicit story I've ever written, but it is still tamer than the romances on the shelves at walmart. It is a 37,000...

Hey, greetings from south Texas. Doc, thanks for getting this BBS up – with the problems of little or no internet, and the MSM broadcasting the party line Phog, I have really felt isolated. I feel like I am living a novel, Lights Out to be specific. “Halffast” got it too close to right,...

THE UNTHINKABLE -8 hours and a tale of two cities- A fictional Short-Story by Z28Camaro6D9 THE FOLLOWING ESSAY INCLUDING THE PERSONS, MEDIA OUTLETS AND EVENTS CHRONICALED WITHIN ARE ENTIRELY FICTITIUOS. Roderick Abdul Aziz, the popular African American Democratic Senator from Detroit,...

Post your comments here. Thanks, WAB

Part 1 "Who am I and how did I survive?" I'm just me. Oh, what do people call me? Most people called me 'Handy', but that's not my birth name. Outside of my family, I don't think many people knew my birth name. People who didn't like me or I wouldn't work for called me 'Trog', but that was their...

There was a story that started on the Frugal board just before it went away, and I was hoping it was posted somewhere else. It was about a couple that retired from the east coast to a farm. The husband stayed at the old house while it was being sold and he packed it up. He still had a little...

So far so good. I wish that I had a hig school buddy with a Hobbit hole like Daniel Cox has. Perhaps I'll win the lottery and build one of my own. (Now to go learn all about machining tools...)

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Please post all comments for the Story The Vigilante here. thanks, Fleataxi

The Winds of Winter Life did not end in the urban areas after the collapse. Even with the mass exodus, urban dwellers still out numbered the rural folks. Some animals have sharp fangs, others large claws, still others the gift of flight, or great speed in running or swimming. Man has...

Friends, I'm sorry to leave "Monkey See" unfinished for so long. I have about 70% of what will be either the last or the next-to-last chapter. I know why I'm blocked. The hero uses some very brutal tactics against those who killed his family... Brutal enough that it may offend some--and I...

Acorns and Wood Smoke Keith Vantine puffed contentedly on his pipe and looked around what he thought of as "his" retreat. After his and Jeremy's return, from a mostly unsuccessful foraging trip, a few good hot meals and a couple of night's sleep in a real bed, instead of hanging from a tree limb...

This is part of a book I am writing, all of this is real and did happen. Most Mushers, at one time or another had someone give us, or try to give us a free sled dog. It is always the best dog in the world, all the dog needs is the right understanding master to bring all of the dog’s great...

The Journey I looked around, potato chips bag, empty soda can, a beer bottle sitting next to my computer. Soft Sunlight coming through the nearby window. My aquarium bubbling silently in the corner. I turned and walked out.

With all the doom and gloom I hope to add a smile with some animal stories so here is one about a goat My first grade Alpine goat was my teacher goat... Punky will always have a special place in my heart and this is one of her stories.... I have a apricot tree up here on the mountain and if...

Comment here Friends: .....RVM45 :cool::sht::cool:

(This one is just for fun. It's a bit of a wish-fulfillment fantasy. I mean, haven't you ever had a boss you'd dearly love to see humiliated?) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Harley Crandall is a Texan émigré and a businessman of...

A brief true story: Mother of Pearl I was working on the railroad in 1980. We were laying Ribbon-Rail somewhere between Beattyville and Talega Kentucky. There is some very pretty country around there and I’d like to visit it again someday.

.... of the Carpenter Papers? I always thought there was more to it. WAB