John came to him in the nighttime hours. They lay together, without a word. He was a man of eloquent silences, this man who would come to be known as Jesus. He was a man who John the Beloved was named for; predestinator, passionate profit, this man who was his friend—sharp and firebrand, running the money lenders out of the temple, lashing the thieves and th...
An Apocryphal Tale for Oestara by Sadie Rose Bermingham "When we first began to write the Rayne Wylde vampire stories we had a little joke that Jabez Everman had been hanging around at some of the principal political hotspots of history. There was some little quip about him selling miniature crosses at the Crucifixion, which was in very poor taste, I know!...
It wasn't meant to be like this. Solitude, harmony, peace. It wasn't much to ask for.... I went there to find myself, but I didn't know that the journey would be so....well, so "everything", really. Everything so terrifying that even writing this now, my hands tremble from the memory. I left for the seclusion of the jungle shortly after my 29th birthday....
I don't know when he's coming home or if he'll be alone, but I wait. Won't be long till the bars close. But I swear to myself I won't wait long. Not more than a half hour. It'll take him at least that long to get home. No longer though. Finally he walks up to the door alone, his breath hanging in a cloud on the cold air. For a minute he doesn't see me and I...
The Twelve Maidens "Dancing is forbidden on the Sabbath," said Brian, reading from the guidebook. He stood, in the warmth of the summer evening, amidst the blue meadow cranesbills and the creamy-white meadow-sweet. Their almond scent loaded the air so that it seemed drenched with sweetness. Joe looked over the hedge at the field beyond. There was a group o...
"A town in France?" Jules smiled at me, as he lay naked atop the counterpane, so I threw a pillow at him and we tuggled, I was naked as well, so what the hey?, we made love. And had sex. And kissed. And he said, "Do we have to globe trot any longer? I mean it's getting a bit boring." I cuddled him in my arms and felt the wonderful smooth pale skin and whisp...
I came to with a jolt—literally—Dwight was standing over me, naked, except for those horn-rimmed eyeglasses he hadn't taken off in the living room either. He was leaning down and jolting my nipples with a vibrator with a big, globular head. I was flat on my back, legs together, and arms straight out from my side like someone being crucified—and I could feel...
I find it hard to believe, looking back, that I could ever have wanted this for myself. But I did, and it is for that fact alone that I am still here. Old, but always new. I have lived for a very long time now and I have tired of my existence for the majority of it.. I look in the mirror as I am oft to do. A glance only, but it is enough to tell me what I a...
Thank you Cameron for your thoughtful feedback. Do not publish without my explicit permission. -------------- Standing alone in a broken-glassed bus shelter in the middle of nowhere, I'm watching the rain pouring like a spilt shipment of beans and the streetlights staining everything the colour of an orange gone bad. It's cold. I'm hungry. He's lat...
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