[This was written for a "bend the story of a song" exercise. It's a flight of fancy on a take on the Act I duet, "Au fond du temple saint," which immortalizes Georges Bizet's opera, Pearl Fishers, from the aspect of the Pearl Fishers being staged as a homoerotic production. (It is best read accompanied by listening to a recording of the duet.)] * I am alre...
Hello and a great welcome to the 6th chapter of this story. Before I go into writing I would love to thank you for your great. I hope this chapter will be really interesting to you guys. Don't forget to drop your comments at the end of this chapter and don't ever forget to rate. Enjoy... ***** Aidan suddenly stopped running, putting his hand on his chest w...
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!...
Crashing through the undergrowth of the tropical trees in the hot, humid air, Kweku fought to understand where he'd gone wrong. It wasn't his fault that Nana Opuku Ware, the Ashanti King, favored him, a by-blow, over the son who would be king, Okyere. Kweku had overheard Okyere whining to the king, telling him that Kweku was revealing to the Dutch team cam...
Prince Reiven fumed with rage. His father had no right to force him into marriage...and with a female, no less. The dark elves had long since been able to choose the sex of their mates freely, technology assuring that every couple could procreate a child no matter the sex of the parents. Unfortunately, ever since the intergalactic war had done away with the...
THAT AFTERNOON After falling into a fitful sleep Snow awoke groggily and groaned. His throat felt like there was fire embedded in it, his dazzling green eyes were sore and bloodshot and his head pounded out an erratic beat. 'So this is to be my life a permanent cycle of depression and angst?' he mused to himself. He shivered and his eyes cut towards the win...
This is part of an ongoing series - I highly recommend you go back and read from the beginning. We'll still be here when you get back. :) Alternate title: his infernal way of being As always, comments and feedback much appreciated. Longer chapter this time; heard what you had to say and managed to get some more words on the page. Also, something new this...
It seemed to William Howard that deClerq's riders were on the road for weeks, traveling almost entirely at night. By day they would lay up in some deserted country cottage or off a narrow track in a forest. William would be allowed to leave the carriage to have something to eat and to relieve himself. When there was a stream nearby, he would be permitted to...
{Author's Note: I intended this to be a single story, but decided to add a second part, as a conclusion of the evening. Which is why they are both short.} * I saw the ad a few times before. "Curious?" Then simply "M/M" and an email address. For once, I decided to respond since I was most definitely "curious." A simple word, "Yes," and a little-used email a...
They had just gotten home from a night of drinking, getting high, and only god knows what. They had started this in the car and if it wasn’t for the worry of cops they would have finished it there, lucky for them one of them had a once of control. As they walk trough the door AJ first Syn turned him and pushed him back against the wall just inside the door....