This is a true story. A friend named Robin was always known as the heartbreaker of the batch. He was tall and around 6'2 and blessed with a body that does not need working out. you know. That typical kind of guy. He had blue eyes and dark hair. He was English-Asian-American but he sure looked like a beautiful Italian. You can never tell he has Asian lineag...
7 Forest of Fear Pelaam© October 2009 Five heads turned as Seamus entered the living room. "We have a mission," he announced. "We will be travelling into the jungles of South America," Seamus added. "Where?" Delfin asked ingenuously. "I will show you, Petal," Seamus smiled. His Dryad knew nothing of the world outside of the forest in which he had been...
Rob turned his head toward the open flap of the tent. He could see the tawny fringe of the Shewan subchief's buckskin jerkin at the fringe of the lamplight escaping the tent's doorway. And the two eagle's feathers sticking out to the side of the back of the native's head, up at the very top of the tent doorway. The savage must be at least six and a half feet...
Hi everyone please please please please leave your comments and please please please leave votes- the comments would be useful as i do plan on continuing the story but i need some ideas if you guys don't mind sharing thanks a bunch and enjoy- oh this story is also linked with a poem that is awaiting approval and with other poems i plan to list on the website...
The Hanky Code Chapter 2 - The agreement pt 1 I followed him down a black painted and dimly lit hallway which lead to one large steel door that seemed rather imposing. A nameplate on the door read, 'Master S.' I gulped standing there. Maybe saying yes was not the best of ideas. Though I was having second thoughts they evaporated quickly. Who was I trying...
Please note that my partner and I always use condoms with others but I never include them or describe the act of putting them on in my true stories. Play safe guys. ***************************************** So we lived in France for 6 years or so and then moved back to the UK, and rather than head to London where we had been immediately before France, we c...
Declan spent Saturday packing. Not that he had much to pack. He'd arrived at the rented cottage the previous Sunday, and the storm that had caused the evacuation of most of the town had hit on Tuesday. Some of Declan's things were still in suitcases; he'd unpacked his art supplies first thing, but had gotten distracted by painting before he'd gotten much els...
(With thanks to Sabb for the inspiration for this story; for a companion story, see "Bite of the Schlange") * None of the young men who climbed the hill above the harbor at Starigard were music aficionados; they were all just curious about who had taken up residence in the castle. Of the bit more than thirty men coming up from folding nets in their fishing...
Ellis stared at a chosen point on the curved window reveal, high up on the wall. Prison bunks are not the most comfortable places for deep meditation but with practice travel in space and time is easy when you learn how to make it so and the confinement of the prison walls can seem totally irrelevant for a while and can actually help to focus the attention....
Long ago, before anyone's grandfather could remember, there had been a war, between wolves and men. The wolves won, not only because they were stronger, faster, and more cunning, but because they did not betray their own kind, as did the men. After the war, a peace was settled, so that man and wolf might live in unity, but only a wolf was allowed to hold th...