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doesn't really matter as there is no logical order. And yes, this story
contains male-male sex, and no, you do not find that offensive, neither is
it i*****l for you to read this otherwise you wouldn't be here, and what am
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Motorcycle-Hero I,
by Willie Hewes


"Hey!"

"Huh? oh, sorry I..."

"Well you don't have to jump like that, I only said hi."

"Uh, hi"

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it's beautiful..."

"You wanna ride?"

"What?"

"Well, I could take you for a ride if you want to, unless you have to go
home for your homework or something..."

"no, I'll, ... I mean, yeah, I'd like that."

"Kay! Here, walk along to the end of the schoolyard... You don't have a
helmet ofcourse, so I won't go too fast.

Ok, climb up. Yeah, go ahead. Now, here's a couple of rules, you put your
feet up here, see? And you DO NOT take them off. Ok? So If I crash and we
are both little squishy puddles under the wheels of cars I want the remains
of your feet to be right there, Ok?

Ok. And you'll hold on to me, and lean over in the turns. You see, you
gotta feel like you're a part of the machine, rather than a living
being. So if the machine goes like this, you go like this. No, don't
resist! If you're scared you'll resist it, and that's a BAD idea."

"Ok, ok, I understand."

"Good."

"You ready?"

I am part of the machine. I am part of, Whoa! No, no, Don't resist, don't
be scared, just hold on... Hold on.

Hm, feels good... the wind, and this leather against my cheek, Hey, I
thought he said he wouldn't go too fast, oh, he feels so strong...

Ah-oh turn, ok, relax...

Yessss! Oh, this is great!

Part of the machine, part of you, one great being, one metal, leather,
breathing, roaring, vibrating creature... FASTER!

Oh, Brad! Lead us on, Brad. I, the machine, will obey.

Yes, go on, go faster, just forever keep on riding us...

No! Don't stop, please...

"Hey! You ok?"

"huh?"

"Hehe, you can get off now."

"Oh, eh, right."

"You ever been here before?"

"Yeah, I used to go here with my parents when I was little..."

"Oh, right. You were born in this town, were you? What's your name, by the
way?"

"Chris."

"Hi Chris, I'm Brad."

"I know. We used to go here on birthday parties, playing indians in the
woods and all."

"Yeah. You see Chris, I was thinking perhaps we could play a couple of
games ourselves..."

"And following trails of little red ribbons... What?"

"You heard me."

"Eh, I... Hey, look. What those jerks from my class say about me is not
true, ok?"

"It's not? oww..."

"Hm? What? ... You serious?"

No of course he's not serious, he's just messing with your head, tomorrow
he'll be telling everyone how eager you were to

"As serious as I can be, buddy."

Oooh...

"C'mon Chris, let's go for a walk.

Man are you hot!"

"What?"

"Well, aren't you?"

"Her... Perhaps I am."

"So, here we are. My own Private little spot of Pleasure."

"Are you sure no one can see us here?"

"Positive. There's no path, remember? And that hill blocks the view to the
road... I've come here to jerk off for 3 months now, I should know."

It's a dune, not a hill...

SYSTEM OVERLOAD! came here to jerk off? This stud, my idol, the hottest
senior in the school jerked off here? And he brought me here too and, oooh!

"Sit down, Buddy"

Yes, sit down, buddy, relax, don't start that hyperventilation thing now,
and out...

"You're nervous, aren't you?

No need to be, I'll be gentle. Come here."

Ok, relax, you're only lying your head on his shoulder, you're only
touching his chest... Oh, you're so muscular, Brad, I want to...

"Your first time?"

"hm-hm"

"Have you ever been kissed before?"

Hmmm, Oh My God! Oh, kiss, wet, ok. Kiss him back! Yes, hm, tastes like...
Mint. Oh, Brad! This is goood!

"Hehe. You want it bad, don't you?"

"Yes! hm-hm"

"Here, take off your shirt...

Look at that, Young body..."

"I'm so much... smaller than you."

"That's ok, buddy, I love it. Yea, really.

C'mon get up, take the rest off."

"But I'll be naked."

"Hey, I told you, no one's gonna find us here, it's a warm spring day, take
your clothes off!"

Ok, well, if you're gonna take off your clothes as well, I guess...

Oh, look at that chest...

The grass! It's fresh, so soft under my feet,

why are you looking at me? oh, well, here goes...

"Ah! perfection! come here."

Ok, lie down, fresh grass, Another Kiss?

Oh, yes. Hm, lips, tongue, oh, big hands you got. Yes, touch me, let me
touch that...

Muscles

Oh, Brad!

Hairs, nipple, oh!

Not my balls! oh, ok gently...

No, don't stop, kiss me, Brad, don't

"What are you doing?"

Whatever it is, don't stop...

Oh, you're gonna? Lick my... Yes! I want that, go on!

Oh, Yes, soft lips, suck my, oh, your mouth! hot! Yes!!

"Aaaargh!"

Ooooooh! Quiet, people, the road, oh, that was...

fast.

What happened to it, you,

"You swallowed it?"

"Sure buddy."

"ieuuw!"

"Hehe. No, it's delicious. But you'll learn to like it, don't worry."

"Oh, Brad, that was fantastic, that was my dream..."

"Hey, we're not finished yet, are we?"

"Huh?"

"Here, look at this. Aren't you gonna do something about that?"

Oh! God! It's so, big, it's beautiful, long and straight up from...

"Go ahead, touch it."

Yes, touch it, hm, soft skin, but So Hard, oh, I don't think mine has ever
been this hard...

"ah, yes, that's it, go ahead, play with it, pretend it's yours."

"Mine? this big?" He loves it, look at his face! Yes, play with it, two
hands, hehe, big dick, where's your balls,

oh, heavy...

"uhnnn..."

Gosh, I can't believe I'm hard again so soon! Is this good, Brad?

"Ohow, look at that little ass! Come here, buddy, put your, yes, your knees
on either side, so I, hmmm."

Ooooh, he's doing it again! Yes, suck it, so hot... Your hands, so rough,
that's the best thing ... what?

"Go on."

Ah, oh right, I forgot. Beautiful cock right under my nose, stroke it, milk
it, Oooooh! go on Brad, deeper, suck it, I... I have to... Yes, I'm coming!
Oh, keep touching him...

"Uhnnn..."

Swallow it!

"Swallow!"

Oh! Yes, again, oh, great. Ok, now go on, make him come,

oh, hehe, precum. Right, oil it up, come on...

God, it's such a Monster! Brad, you're so big...

This monster's gonna explode, huh,

IT'S GETTING EVEN BIGGER! Aaaah!

Wahaaaa! owww, it's in my hair!

"Teeheehee, It's in my hair!"

"Yeah? hehe. Come here..."

I want to kiss you again...

Hmm... Uh? oh, yuck, I can taste my own stuff! Mh... Used to it, right.

"Hehe, you'll learn to like it, really.

You see buddy, I mean, Chris,"

Yes, Brad, hold me, hold me close...

"you shouldn't see it as the unwanted, dirty residu,"

your arms so strong, so warm, hold me, hold me forever...

"the taste of cum is the taste of extacy."

I love you Brad.

"It is the taste that rushes out of a Man if he is at the absolute peak,"

I said I love you.

"it is the taste of things-can't-get-better, that intense fealing that
fills your whole body,"

It's ok, you don't have to say it back,

"and makes it impossible to talk, that taste,"

Just keep holding me, ok?

"is the taste of the apple of Eden. The sweetest fruit on earth."

Keep holding me...

"You understand?"

"hmm..."

"hey, c'mon, don't fall asleep buddy.

Ok, get up, it's time to go home. Come on, put your clothes back on."

"Don't forget your bag."

***

Motorcycle-Hero II

This story is one half of a twin. You can read either
one first, it doesn't
really matter as there is no logical order. And yes,
this story contains
male-male sex, and no, you do not find that offensive,
neither is it i*****l
for you to read this otherwise you wouldn't be here,
and what am I still
slowing you down for, just read and... enjoy. This
better, David?


Motorcycle-Hero II,
by Willie Hewes


Fuck, it's that little redhead. What's he doing with
my bike?
"hey!"
"huh? oh, sorry I..."
Oow, cute!
"Well you don't have to jump like that, I only said
hi."
"Uh, hi"
"You like it?"
"Yeah, it's beautiful..."

Wait, wait, don't let him walk away, come with me
boy...
"You wanna ride?"
"What?"
"Well, I could take you for a ride if you want to,"
Yes, come here boy, you mine.
"unless you have to go home for your homework or
something..."
Ride VS Homework. Think about it boy...
"no, I'll, ... I mean, yeah, I'd like that."
Yes!
"Kay! Here, walk along to the end of the
schoolyard..."
Ok, relax, he's coming for a ride, don't spoil it now,
don't scare him,
be accessible, talk to him.
"You don't have a helmet ofcourse, so I won't go too
fast."
Like hell I won't. But let's not have any accidents...

"Ok, climb up. Yeah, go ahead. Now, here's a couple of
rules, you put
your feet up here, see? And you DO NOT take them off.
Ok? So If I crash
and we are both little squishy puddles under the
wheels of cars I want
the remains of your feet to be right there, Ok?"
Yeah, so much for not scaring him...
"Ok. And you'll hold on to me, and lean over in the
turns.
You see, you gotta feel like you're a part of the
machine, rather than
a living being. So if the machine goes like this, you
go like this. No,
don't resist! If you're scared you'll resist it, and
that's a BAD idea."
"Ok, ok, I understand."
"Good."
I don't think you do, boy. But we'll see.

"You ready?"
Let's get us out of this rotten town!
Hm, he's holding really close. Might be 'cause he's
scared...
Oh, Brad, you got a hot one on your bike this time.
Hehe. I'm pretty
sure he looks up to me, yeah, he'll play along, most
likely. But I mustn't
push him ofcourse... Hmm, hope there's no cops around.
Nope.
Aaaah, Speeeed!
Feels good, that k** against my back, close. Like a
baby-monkey to his
mother... You wanna play with me, boy?

Ok, relax, think with your head, Brad, not with your
dick...
"Hey! You ok?"
What's wrong, was he that scared?
"huh?"
"Hehe, you can get off now."
"Oh, eh, right."
Don't rush him, small talk...
"You ever been here before?"
"Yeah, I used to go here with my parents when I was
little..."
"Oh, right. You were born in this town, were you?
What's your name, by
the way?"
"Chris."
"Hi Chris, I'm Brad."
"I know. We used to go here on birthday parties,
playing indians in the
woods and all."
"Yeah. You see Chris, I was thinking perhaps we could
play a couple of
games ourselves..."
Fuck! Very subtle...
"And following trails of little red ribbons... What?"
Yes or no boy, come on now...
"You heard me."
"Eh, I... Hey, look. What those jerks from my class
say about me is not
true, ok?"
"It's not? oww..."
Sure it is boy, look at me, don't you want this...?
"Hm? What?"
Come on, dammit! I know you want to!
"You serious?"
Yes, I'm fucking serious, look at me! Can't you see
how badly I need you,
boy?
"As serious as I can be, buddy."
Look at his eyes, yes, that's a pretty impressive hump
I got there, isn't
it? He wants it. Yes, he wants it! Ok, time to collect
my prize...
"C'mon Chris, let's go for a walk."
Mine!
"Man are you hot!"
"What?"
"Well, aren't you?"
"Her... Perhaps I am."
Sure you are. And we are going to feed that hunger,
boy, feed it so it
grows, until you are so fucking hot you wouldn't know
what to do without
me.

"So, here we are. My own Private little spot of
Pleasure."
"Are you sure no one can see us here?"
"Positive. There's no path, remember? And that hill
blocks the view
to the road... I've come here to jerk off for 3 months
now,
I should know."
Be nice to him Brad, don't rush it, be nice...
"Sit down, Buddy. You're nervous, aren't you? No need
to be, I'll be
gentle. Come here."
Let me feel that little monkey body boy, hmm, you're
so nice...
"Your first time?"
"hm-hm"
Sweet little face, soft hair, cute little lips, my
little monkey...
"Have you ever been kissed before?"
It's easy, let me show you. Hm, delicious fresh kiss,
oh, hungry monkey!
Oh, shit, he must be even hotter than I imagined...
"Hehe. You want it bad, don't you?"
"Yes! hm-hm"
"Here, take off your shirt... Look at that, Young
body..."
"I'm so much... smaller than you."
Aaaaw... How cute.
"That's ok, buddy, I love it. Yea, really.
C'mon get up, take the rest off."
Gimme a strip tease, little monkey.
"But I'll be naked."
Duh!
"Hey, I told you, no one's gonna find us here, it's a
warm spring day,
take your clothes off!"
Obey, I am your master... Yes, good boy. Time to get
some skin out...
Oh! You big for your age, boy. Hehe, nice little red
bush, yeah,
I want that.
"Ah! perfection! come here."
Come here, let me feel that skin, oh, you're so hot.
Another taste...
Lie down on your back, yes, relax, this will be the
best thing you ever
felt, little monkey-boy.
"what are you doing?"
What does it look like? You'll let me have it, won't
you? yes boy, let me
drink that devine boy's-juice, let me...
"Aaaargh!"
Now! Oh, that taste... Delicious. Thank you.
"You swallowed it?"
"Sure buddy."
"ieuuw!"
Oh, boy, do you have a lot to learn!
"Hehe. No, it's delicious. But you'll learn to like
it, don't worry."
I'll teach you to love it, don't worry. You'll beg me
for it, one day...
"Oh, Brad, that was fantastic, that was my dream..."
Your dream? what do you mean? Besides,
"Hey, we're not finished yet, are we?"
"Huh?"
"Here, look at this. Aren't you gonna do something
about that?"
There, have a look at that. Go on, monkey, put your
fine soft hands
around it, get used to it...
"Go ahead, touch it."
Ah, that tickles. Come on, stroke it...
"ah, yes, that's it, go ahead, play with it, pretend
it's yours."
"Mine? this big?"
Big? hehe. You like it, boy, don't you? So do I... Oh,
yeah, my balls,
play with 'em!
"uhnnn..."
Hm, not bad! Oh, boy, you were made for this...
"Ohow, look at that little ass! Come here, buddy, put
your, yes, your knees
on either side, so I, hmmm."
Give it to me again, boy, and let me play with those
lovely soft, round,
hey, don't stop...
"Go on."
Hmmm, delicious naked body on top of mine, oh, I hope
someone will find
us here... Perfect dick, it fits so snug in my mouth,
does it feel good,
monkey-boy? yes, doesn't it... Go on, yes, let it go,
give it to me...
"Uhnnn..."
"Swallow!"
Hehe! Exiting, isn't it, me swallowing your cum? Oh,
yummy, yes!
Yes, go on, keep doing that, oh, look at that... oh,
boy's ass...
red hairs, I'm gonna cum... OH!
Aaaaah! Perfect. You want a taste of it?
"Teeheehee, It's in my hair!"
"Yeah? hehe. Come here..."
Wrap yourself around me monkey-boy, let me hold you...
Yeah, go ahead,
taste your own cum, tastes good, doesn't it? no?
"Hehe, you'll learn to like it, really."
I wan't you to drink mine too, boy, I want to fill
your stomach with
My cum. My cum is me, you see? my genes, my blood, my
soul...
I want to be inside you, little monkey...
"You see buddy, I mean, Chris,"
Chris, you'll be in me forever.
"you shouldn't see it as the unwanted, dirty residu,"
It is a soul, and I got yours now...
"the taste of cum is the taste of extacy."
It's so good, you'll let me have more, won't you?
"It is the taste that rushes out of a Man if he is at
the absolute peak,"
You'll come for a ride on my bike again...
"it is the taste of things-can't-get-better, that
intense fealing that
fills your whole body, and makes it impossible to
talk, that taste,"
That taste...
"is the taste of the apple of Eden. The sweetest fruit
on earth."
Forbidden fruit, from the tree of knowlege. Your soul
is in me now...
"You understand?"
"hmm..."
No, I guess you wouldn't.
"hey, c'mon, don't fall asleep buddy."
Let's go
"Ok, get up, it's time to go home. Come on, put your
clothes back on."
In a perfect world, monkey-boy, I wouldn't take you
back to school. I
wouldn't even let you get dressed again. I'd take you,
on my bike, naked, to my
place. I'd lock you up in my room whenever I went out,
but I would be at
home most of the time. Oh, we'd have so much fun,
monkey-boy.
No, don't worry about school, school's a fake! I will
teach you all you
need to know...
Come with me Chris...


"Don't forget your bag."

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I had a small house in a quiet neighborhood. Much different than the crowded city where I grew up. My neighbors mostly kept to themselves. An older couple on one side and a single mother with two teens on the other side. The kids were no problem, mostly everyone just waved in passing. As I said, a quiet neighborhood, no problems, until Saturday night. I'd gone out on the back deck about 8 pm. No particlar reason, mostly to enjoy the cooler evening air after a warm day. I had a t shirt and...

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Stupid Boy Freshman Year Part IIChapter 11 Home Town Hero

I was lifting weights before school when my phone rang. I got off the leg press, to let Wolf have his turn. I answered the phone. "This is David." "Morning, stud," Missy said. "What's up?" "I have some bad news. I can't come up this weekend." "I was looking forward to seeing you. How come you can't make it?" "It's a family thing. Something came up, and I have to go home. Can I call you next week, and set something up?" "You bet." "Great, I'll talk to you next...

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Jasons TaleChapter 14 A New Hero

I was sorta expecting it, but it was still a surprise the first time an Earth Hero came through our bank. We had quite a few men who wanted to be crew on our warships and earn some easy money but could not swim, and I had to have something for them to do. I set four of them up as pairs of bank guards so that if anything happened one could continue to watch while the other went for help. One pair had the mornings and the other pair had the afternoons. I still remembered the bank at Long Cut...

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The Sissification of a Hero

Izuku Midoriya loved being a hero. He loved saving people with a smile and giving strength to the weak. He loved the feeling of doing something great and the happiness that followed from the people around him. Something he did not love however was paperwork. Sadly however, with great responsibility comes a great amount of paper-work. Especially if you're the number one hero with your own hero agency. Izuku groaned loudly and put the pen down as he finished his fourth damage report of the day....

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Herakles the Hero

Kalliste Periakes was humming to herself as she pushed through the door of the bar. "The Cubs need pitching," she announced to everyone in the bar... She was a young-looking woman with a thick mass of black hair, wide eyes and a generous mouth. Today she was wearing a Chicago Cubs jersey and jeans, not the usual attire for a graduate student at Northwestern University. "Amen, sister," one man said. "The starting pitching looked pretty good, but the relievers..." He shook his head sadly...

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Motorcycle Ride

I simply chuckled and helped Tonya get on the bike behind me with a big grin on my face. My ex-wives had refused to ride with him for years, saying it was too scary being on the road with me. I had forgotten how good it felt to have a beautiful woman wrap her legs and arms around me from behind. I liked how the raised back seat made up for their six inch height difference, so that they were head to head as they set out. Tonya was clutching on to me as we went down my driveway and on to the...

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Motorcycle Ride

I would love to take you for a ride through the mountains. I’m sure we could find a couple places out west of town that would be ideal. We could go out late at night, cruising along in no hurry at all, watching the moon flicker through the trees passing us by. In the late night chill, your hands would slide under my shirt, exploring the contours of my chest and in response I would lean back, pressing my body more firmly against yours. My hand would slide back to squeeze your thigh, hinting for...

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Motorcycle Gang Traps

-HAPPY BDAY BABY! Brooke Burns turned off the water and stepped out after her morning shower. It was her 15th birthday and she could smell bacon frying. She brushed her teeth and blow dried her long reddish-brown hair. Then, she lathered her radiantly smooth body with cherry blossom scented lotion. She spent considerable time on her brand new 32D tits with large pink areolas. They were an early birthday present from Breaker.She twisted her round...

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Motorcycle

It all starts innocently enough, when he offers me a ride to the next bar on his motorcycle. He has an understated masculinity that like: Rustler Jeans, a leather biker vest, a well trimmed grey beard, a bit of a pot belly. I wrap my arms around his torso as he revs the engine and lifts his boots off of the road. I grip tighter and lean in as he speeds around the curves. I’m half erect against his back by the time we arrive. I linger like this a little bit longer than I should after we park but...

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Motorcycle Accident by fbailey

My sister Stormy is older that I am. She was nineteen years old and dating a guy with a motorcycle. I thought that he was a jerk and so did our parents. However she was in love with him. Then one Friday night we got a phone call to come down to the hospital…there had been an accident. Stormy had broken both of her forearms. The doctor said that it was a simple fracture but that he had to immobilize the joints on either end so she was in two casts from the palm her hands up past her elbows. She...

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Motorcycle Neighbor

The house next door finally sold. It went on the market about a year ago; the result of a messy divorce. The house was not in the best of shape when it went on the market and it had deteriorated more over the past year. I was curious to see who the new owners were. I was surprised to see a guy on a motorcycle drive up, unload some furniture from a U-Haul and move in. My name is Alice and I am married to a wonderful guy named Alan. He owns an accounting firm and I was one of his employees...

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Motorcycle Riding

There was a guy I had been seeing off and on for about 8 months, one day he called me and asked if I wanted to go motorcycle riding with him the next day. I thought about it for a few minutes then told him to pick me up early so that this other guy I was seeing would not find out about it. I knew I could get some drugs from him and have some fun and do some drinking. We rode around getting high for awhile, when he told me that he was going to stop at a house and make a deal with a friend. I...

Group Sex
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Her Hero

I couldn’t sleep. I had been trying for what seemed like hours. So, I went for a walk to the park, hoping that would allow me to checkmate the sandman. That’s when I came upon the situation. A guy and a girl in what seemingly looked like an argument. Finding myself not ready to return home yet, I decided to eavesdrop on the squabble. From what I gathered he was her boyfriend and wanted a piece of her ‘teasing’ ass, as he so quaintly put it. I thought to myself, ‘I don’t blame him.’ The girl...

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Hero

All characters in this story are over twenty one except the baby. Morton Franks was out for his Sunday walk. He liked the peace and quiet of the neighborhood on Sunday. His route took him around the park and then down Oak Street. He was a mile from his house when he saw the smoke. The smoke was coming from a small house set back off the road. As he approached a woman came screaming out of the front door followed by a blast of smoke and flame. ‘My baby! My baby!’ she screamed, ‘I can’t find my...

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Eddie the Hero

Blond and balding, divorced and ready to give up on women, Eddie Cox closed his toolbox and walked out of the computer room of the small branch of Albion United Bank, swallowing the last of a tomato sandwich. He stopped abruptly, a shotgun pointed at his belly. ‘Who are you?’ asked the gunman, blue eyes looking coldly through eye slits in his hood. ‘The computer guy,’ Eddie croaked. ‘I don’t know the combination to the bank’s safe.’ ‘Of course you don’t,’ snarled the gunman. ‘It’s on a time...

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Mothers Hero

Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results.Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D...

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The Heart Of A Hero

With all of the superhero stories going around, I thought that I'd try my hand at one, with a bit of a different twist. Enjoy......... Raven The Heart of a Hero The wound . . . was . . . quite fatal. Lois Lane lay in a pool of her own arterial blood. "I'll . . . go for help," whispered Jimmy Olson, trying to ease her pain. He knew that in his heart of hearts it wouldn't do any good. Still, he had to do something. "It'll be okay." Jimmy started to rise to go. Lois'...

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Carnival of Mirrors Hero

This is my third Carnival of Mirrors tale. The others, also available on fictionmania, are: Carnival of Mirrors: Four Fates. Carnival of Mirrors: Generations. Like those, this one is a standalone tale. You don't have to have read them to follow this tale, but if you enjoy this one you'll probably enjoy them, too. If you like stories with a World War II setting you might also like my story: Mantra: Day of the Storm God Most of that one is set in Berlin during the final...

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Return Of An Earth Hero

Kathrine gasped as she sat up in the bed. It's too soon, he couldn't have rescued her and returned already she thought to herself. She spoke to the room, "Lights please." She quickly rose, dressed, and moved toward the door. I'll meet him at the portal, since this was his second rescue he still may not be sure of what to do. I'll have both of them checked in the healing chamber and then take Ava Foreman to the bedroom. Then I'll have Jimmy wait in the den. It just seems to be too soon....

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Minara the Grojan WarChapter 6 A Hero

The next morning Arron woke early, bathed and dressed in his light leather armor. He walked down to the common room for breakfast and was saluted by the desk sergeant. "Good morning, sir." "Good morning, Jerros." There was a noise outside so Arron walked to the main entrance and opened the doors. He was greeted by a loud cheer. A crowd was quickly gathering; people pushed forward, patted him on the back and shook his hands. He was about to step back through the door when Jerina rushed...

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To be a hero

This story will center itself around the main character: the hero. Well…at least that is what he will be at the start. You have to understand dear reader that most villains in real life aren’t inherently evil. They themselves do believe that what they are doing is the right thing. To clarify, this story does start out as a heroic tale. It is in fact a little generic. For example, it is set in the glorious country of the United States. The hero does at the start believe in the workings of a...

Mind Control
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Hero

I was orphaned at an early age and lived on the street. I got my education through the public comp systems. At sixteen I got a job just off the port warehouse district as a night watcher. It was not much but I made enough to rent a one room apartment once called a studio. The area was very old and close to the port so the buildings were between six to ten stories tall. Since the area was old it was also neglected by a lot of the city maintenance workers. Few constables patrolled the area and...

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A Fresh StartChapter 68 Hero

Back inside, I took another pill and drank about half a beer while getting undressed and climbing into bed. Marilyn had already fallen asleep by the time I got into the sheets. I tried to close the drapes and shut out the daylight, but the entire place had been designed to be light and airy. Even the curtains seemed bright. It didn’t matter. I was out like a light in about thirty seconds and didn’t wake until dinner time. I woke to find myself alone in the bed, but I heard the shower...

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No hero

It wasn’t that Jack had ever wanted to be a soldier. It was not something he chose from a range of professions. It was simply that Jack was born into an area where poverty and hardship were the norm, where the only choice for the boys who left school was either to slave in the local coal mines, or to join one of the armed services. So when Jack left school at the tender age of fourteen, as children were allowed to do in those far off days, he worked in the dirt and blackness for two long years,...

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My sons hero

This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local college. At 6’4’’ 225 pounds, he still looks like he could hold his own against professional football players. He could have gone pro if he really had the desire to, but all his life he wanted to be a cop, just like my father-in-law. And the same aggression he used to use to bring...

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My sons hero

Introduction: A wife does something she never imagined she would, and it only gets worse from there. I was just taking the brownies out of the oven that I had made for my son, Kyle, when I heard a knock at the door. This caught me by surprise, since we get so few visitors to the house. This is due to the fact that the entire neighborhood is terrified by my husband. He is a city cop, and an intimidating one at that. We fell in love in college, when he was the star linebacker of our small, local...

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Gary My Hero

Gary My HeroA work of fictionIt was getting late, it had started to rain. Rose Tyler normally walked the long way round to her home, but tonight of all nights, she chose to take the shortcut across the common. A sixty one year old widow, she rarely stayed out late, but tonight she had been visiting a sick friend and had lost track of the time. So it was well after ten thirty when she started the short walk through the dark area known locally as the Common.The two men, stood behind one of the...

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Helping A Hero

He was exhausted, sweaty, gritty, and dirty. It had been a long tough fight and even though he had done his very best, he felt guilty and helpless.The call came in as a simple house fire. The kind he had been to a thousand times before. And like every other time, he had jumped out of bed, scrambled to get dressed, and get on the truck as fast as possible. But he wasn't as young as he used to be and he could feel the toll the years had taken on him. He was still in decent shape, he thought. He...

Uniform
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SRU The Football Hero

SRU -- The Football Hero By Ellie Dauber (c) 2001 "Mall Security, Sam Crawford speaking." "Sam, this is Al Dehner at Rite Aide. I've got a crazy man screaming in my story." Al's voice was quivering, a sure sign the man was nervous. In the background, Sam could ear what sounded like someone shouting, though he couldn't make out any words. "On my way," Sam said. The Rite Aide was only about six stores away from the corner where the Security Office was located. Sam...

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Working Class Hero

"A working class hero is something to be... ... If you want to be a hero, well just follow me." John Lennon Johnny McMullen stared at the piece of paper in his hands, and felt a cold sweat break out all over his body, despite the unseasonably warm late-winter day. It had come out of a sealed envelope with his name on it that had been placed under the windshield wiper of his pickup truck, which had been parked in the lot at the foundry where he worked as a master machinist. As he read...

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Hero

Kevin had never had much luck with girls. To begin with, he was terribly shy. He seemed to freeze up when talking to attractive girls. He was okay in his dealings with his mom and his female teachers, but that was different. There was no physical attraction. His paralyzing shyness only seemed to affect him when he tried to speak with members of the opposite sex to which he was attracted. Being a young man of 18, he was attracted to a lot of girls. Since he didn't know what steps to take to be...

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Bikini Beach Heroes

Bikini Beach - Heroes ElrodW A veteran, who's considered a hero, is tired and feels broken, because his injuries left him crippled and less than a man. When Anya offers him a pass to Bikini Beach, the hero has to decide if he's better as a broken hero, or a whole woman. ********** This story is copyright by the author. It is protected by licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial- ...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007 I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Hayden Panettieres Hero

16th January, 2007I’d just completed a tour in Iraq serving in the Marine Corp. I arrived at the airport and made my way home. The cooler weather blasted me, used to the warm heat of the Middle East. Grabbing a cab, I instructed him to my home. Having little personal belongings I hauled them into the trunk and sat quietly as the driver babbled incessantly. Getting home, I found an envelope on the kitchen desk with a small box beneath it. Opening up the envelope I noticed the handwriting...

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Ordinary Heroes

For those who suffered through the bad editing of the first submission I apologize. I owe a great deal of thanks to xtchr for agreeing to edit the story. All the characters and scenario’s are fictitious. The dangers and emotional harm are very real for those in the professions of the story. Seeing the harm done to critical care providers, and one in particular, prompted me to write the story so I am pleased that with xtchr’s help the tale reads as it should. Copyright 2014 * Ian Cameron...

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Music of Change 3 We Could Be Heroes

Music of Change: We Could Be Heroes By Valerie Hope I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing, nothing will drive them away We can beat them - just for one day We can be us - just for one day I, I can remember Standing by the wall And the guns, shot above our heads And we kissed, as though nothing could fall And the shame was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we can be heroes, just for one day We can be heroes We can...

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Generic Brand Hero

Generic Brand Hero By Sarah Barndt Chapter 1 I was, admittedly, a loser. I was a 24-year-old college dropout who worked at a video store and lived in my parent's basement. Add to that I was 5'5, scrawny and kind of weaselly looking. Well, as you could imagine, I was beating the babes off with a stick. Actually you could describe my love life by removing the words "the babes" and "with a stick" from the last sentence. The only thing that kept my Dad from thinking I was a...

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Earths CoreChapter 4 Shelter Of Heroes

After wishing good luck to the participants, Archbishop Silternja sat in his middle seat, at the left end seat sat Cardinal Northstar, His Young Eminence sat in the other middle seat and Sister Iaura at the right end seat. Priest announcer Armin exited the arena, leaving only the one thousand and three participants inside. “Thank you, Archbishop Silternja”, he said with no hint of intention to address the two youngsters sitting together with the holy Archbishop and Cardinal, as if he was...

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The Hero

Midfield Wisconsin, a medium-sized city by Midwestern standards, lies perched high above the shores of Lake Michigan. A long Coast Guard pier juts one mile out into the lake, slants sharply to the south then out for another quarter mile. This structure helps form a channel creating one of the best harbors on the lake, from which a fleet of commercial fishing boats goes forth each morning, accompanied by hundreds of swirling, squawking gulls. Huge merchant ships come and go, supplying coal and...

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