Walking down the stairs to the basement, the stifled moans and groans of the livestock never failed to bring a smile to the Master's face. Unlocking the heavy wooden doors, The muffled noises soon became a loud constant ambiance as the Master walked past two rows of stainless steel cages. inside each one, a man with his arms and legs lashed to the cages and...
Hi, I wrote this story as a Part 2, so part of it will seem like a recap of Chapters 1-7. But I am continuing the story as if I did not write the epilogue at the end of the last chapter. Chapters 8-11 are written like a stand along story. I pretty much got their whole lives mapped out in my head so there is no prediction of when this series will end. In case...
All characters are over 18. ***** "I've never looked out on the Tyrrhenian Sea before. All in all the beaches of Viareggio surpass those we have visited in Venice. Perhaps we should just stay here longer." "I couldn't help but overhear you, sir," a well-dressed young gentleman, complete with white suit, vest, and white bowler hat and shoes called over fro...
Standing there with one foot in the leg of my cutoff jeans, staring at Marne up on the staircase, I was both frightened and befuddled. Scrambling to get the shorts pulled on, I ended up with both feet in one leg and stumbled backward onto the pull-out couch. I grabbed for a sheet to cover myself and heard Marne chuckle. "Hello, slacker," she said. "How's...
Shep smiled as he stepped out of the airport. "Would you stop complaining?" he frowned. "I'm not complaining. I'm just saying that they should bring back those little peanuts," he mumbled. "No one cares about the peanuts. I'm allergic anyways," Shep said, as he hailed a cab. "Psh, 'no one cares about the peanuts'," Lex mocked Shep's deeper voice. "Madnes...
"I have a cabin up near Jefferson City, on the Missouri River. I'm going up there the week after next. I thought you might like go with me. I'd give you the time off. Fishing and hiking in the hills and . . . you know . . ." Yes, Martin knew what John Shield, the owner and manager of Shield's Hotel in Willow Grove, Missouri, meant by the "you know." He was...
Somewhere off in the darkness, he could hear screams. The sound no longer bothered him, not even when they rose to such a cacophony that the brimstone walls trembled with pleasure, the echoing rumbles merely part of the constant ambiance of hell. He could only count himself among the lucky that he wasn't joining them. Haden opened his eyes from where he la...
For Rolliander, this was the realization of an old dream. The elderly dwarf's hands were tight around his arm, the grey-bearded man relying on him for support along the precarious journey down into the pool of water beneath him. A thin veil of steam was rising from the bath, obscuring Rolliander's vision of his elder priest's plump, sagged figure; obscured i...
I picked my way through piles of corrugated tin, broken toilets, and lawnmower parts and came to a halt when I saw the blue uniforms and the wheel-less old Lincoln Town Car, with the smashed-in engine compartment, sitting on concrete blocks. Mullins had said it was an Inevitable Case when he'd called me, but I'd never get used to seeing the various ways that...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Hello and welcome to the 17th chapter of this great story. It is always nice to deliver a piece of writing to my lovely readers and friends. I just hope this chapter will be interesting for all of you. Don't forget to drop your comments at the end of this chapter and don't forget to rate. I love you guys a lot. Enjo...