http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/-t1.htm This is where I'll be posting my own works of fiction. Fri, 05 Jun 2009 20:25:23 GMT 10 http://illiweb.com/fa/prosilver/site_logo.gif http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/-t1.htm http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/the-experiment-t182.htm Admin Danny moore laid on the cold metallic bed his body stiff with fear, his head clamped between the two restraints. He screamed again, the sound peircing and sharp which evoked more laughter from the gathered clientel. Sharon Cundell the shop owner giggled to herself as she watched Danny' eyes widen with fear as his fate approached. This was the life she mused what could be more gratifying than the sight of a man prone, defenceless and terrified. As she watchd a warm almost electric sensation flashed ... My Own Stories Fri, 05 Jun 2009 20:25:23 GMT http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/the-experiment-t182.htm#379 http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/the-experiment-t182.htm http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/the-party-t147.htm Admin Hi everyone this is one of the first stories that I wrote back in 2000 , thought I'd post it ...not finished but aww well! enjoy! Ian David walked down the path quickly his head full of the events of the night. He looked round fearfully when he thought he heard footsteps following behind him. He doubled his pace and carried on his way his heart beginning to beat faster and harder inside his chest. His mind kept telling him that he was overreacting but he couldnt shake the feeling ... My Own Stories Tue, 27 Nov 2007 20:49:22 GMT http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/the-party-t147.htm#244 http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/the-party-t147.htm http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/foot-box-hell-t146.htm Admin Adam looked through the newspaper; he flicked through and turned to the job pages. He needed work his life had taken a few bad turns for the worse and he was desperate for cash. With his few qualifications and even fewer social skills the task at hand had become near impossible. “For gods sake” Adam moaned to himself “I’m never going to find work” He slammed his dirty coffee cup down on his chip board table and slumped back into his armchair. He took one last look at the paper and a small ... My Own Stories Tue, 27 Nov 2007 20:47:31 GMT http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/foot-box-hell-t146.htm#240 http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/foot-box-hell-t146.htm http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/atlantean-feet-t145.htm Admin Ray Brown struggled with the control stick of the Cessna the light air craft bouncing through the sky uncontrollably. Sweat trickled down his forehead and large blue veins stuck out of his neck. He grunted and growled with all of his strength as he fought to right the failing plane. He glanced again at the planes control panel and cursed as he saw that the dials were still spinning madly. For pities sake he thought fearfully as he tore at the control stick again. His efforts were unrewarded ... My Own Stories Tue, 27 Nov 2007 20:46:38 GMT http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/atlantean-feet-t145.htm#238 http://footsmellingworld.forumotion.com/my-own-stories-f2/atlantean-feet-t145.htm