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The Book Stone
http://thebookstone.blogspot.com/
The Book Stone project is a blog novel with both gay and straight characters. It is a sci-fi storyline based in modern Earth. Your contributions are reviewed and welcome. Updated regularly, The book Stone project is an ongoing frequently updated effort.
- Added on: Nov 12th, 2008
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: The Book Stone Project
- Listed in: Fiction Entertainment
- Tags: book story blog novel web novel the book stone sci-fi blog
Recent Posts
Chapter 10 - Walter in the garage
Walter sat motionless in the car. It sat parked in the dark garage. Only a long, narrow slit of light showed at the base of the closed door behind him. The vinyl seats sounded like pages tearing when he moved his legs around at peddles. The bottle sl...
Chapter 9 - At sea
Valero stood meditating at the Stern of a large sleek yacht. She was long and tapered at her tip, rounded out to sloping curve like that of a wasp and ending though her legs sat beneath her under the waves, ready to leap. Even at rest she portrayed s...
Chapter 8 - To bed
“So now that I have you liquored up, you think you can help me to the shower?” Justin poked at Chad as he continuing to have a laugh at the young man’s awkwardness in the situation. “Well… not actually into the shower but maybe to my room....
Chapter 7 - Carolyn at the hopsital
Carolyn turned the corner and was on the approach to rescue her son. She saw them pealing bits of black, wet and puss riddled flesh from his chest, muscle revealed below as the men picked at it – “My baby. My baby. My baby,” she wept. She...
Chapter 6 - Walter makes it to the hospital
The boy in Walters’s arms sat motionless, no longer screaming or crying. The black and red flesh turned and bubbled at the surface from where the boy’s nylon shirt had succumbed, melting into the skin from the heat of the overturned grill. The ai...
Chapter 5 - The Negotiation
The streets crowed in the market place. People huddled shoulder to shoulder, movements in the current of flesh, waves crashing in their voices and eddies formed at the booths and shops that lined the street as it wound around the horizon. Awnings and...
