Hey guys its Rush. So I had some issues with my last submission, and I promise to do my best to fix them! (I would like to state that this is a supernatural story and also may contain violent material that some people may find disturbing.) I worked hard on this, so I hope you all enjoy it. *** Vampire: His scarlet face called to me. I could hear his bl...
I've always been a little attracted to guys, but I can't ignore it any longer. I've even started dreaming about my best friend Ted. Ted and me have been like best buds and brothers since I can remember. He moved in next door when I was first born, now he's twenty so that leaves me at eighteen and graduated since last year. Ted takes summer courses at the loc...
Dr. Randy Wolfe, PhD, stared with purpose into the bathroom mirror as he applied the last bit of near fluorescent, ruby red lipstick to his mouth. Setting it aside, he used a piece of toilet paper as a blotter to dab away any excess, then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Suddenly his deep voice began to reverberate off the walls and ceiling of the small...
Prologue. At twenty nine years old, I ran three jobs. I owned an alternative clothing shop on the high street, which was more of a hobby since it didn't make much money. I was a lecturer at Strathclyde university in Philosophical Studies and Human Biology, and I worked in an adult library. It wasn't intended as an LGBT library, but it soon developed in to...
Prologue. At twenty nine years old, I ran three jobs. I owned an alternative clothing shop on the high street, which was more of a hobby since it didn't make much money. I was a lecturer at Strathclyde university in Philosophical Studies and Human Biology, and I worked in an adult library. It wasn't intended as an LGBT library, but it soon developed in to...
On Sunday, April 28, 1793, the bells in towers of the harbor town of Charlotta rang out at 2 p.m. They were calling all nobles on the inland sea island of St. Silvus to the wedding of Reginald Reynolds, the governor-general's son, the most magnificently formed and handsome of the most physically gifted countrymen on the face of the earth. At that precise mom...
Note: This story has been previously published on the Nifty Archives. * * * * * To bow. To worship. To breed. These are the notes of his symphony, his soul's hunger. His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance. In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of...
Jacques, the young comte de la Arbois, nearly fell off his horse, both steed and rider trembling from exhaustion, into the arms of the innkeeper of the small village of Saint-Avold, a hard half-day's ride west of Metz. "A fresh horse," Jacques muttered feverishly through swollen lips. "We have such a horse for you," the innkeeper exclaimed. "But you are in...
Dublin, 1926 Aidan was folding his laundry when his roommate Stephen came in. "Hey, Aidan. Matron wants to see you when you're finished with that." Aidan sighed. He had an idea what it was about. He was now eighteen, and could no longer stay at the orphanage. The matron probably wanted to see if he'd found a job and a place to live yet. He hadn't, and was g...
casa silenciosa, se elevaba gloriosa sobre la colina en la que había sido edificada, cualquier persona que entrara en el poblado podía verla alzarse majestuosamente ya siendo un habitante más del pueblo. Se solía observar como una tenue luz se colaba desde una ventana, aún había luz eléctrica en la vieja casona. También se podía escuchar las fuentes con su c...