Dylan Bardsworthy had just moved to Bentley, New York and was trying desperately to make friends and fit in. It wasn't an easy thing for the normally shy Dylan to do, but he wanted so badly to make friends that he was ready to do anything. Unfortunately for Dylan, that led to him making a very bad decision one Friday evening. .... Chapter One: Why me? Dyl...
All participants are over 18. There is some very mild violence. ***** When Geoff opened the door, Wilson rabbit-punched him and shoved his way across the threshold. Geoff fell in a boneless heap on the floor and Wilson heard a call from a woman somewhere else in the house. Wilson set down the duffel bag that hung from a strap over his left shoulder. He shu...
Edinburgh's Princes Street Gardens on a Friday in August. It is the hugely popular Edinburgh International Festival and the alternative Fringe Festival where the city tries to accommodate vast numbers of tourists for a month-long festival of music, drama and art. It was a sunny day, something quite rare in Scotland and I was sitting on a park bench, close...
All characters are 18 and up. This is a story revolving around a boy who finds out his own secret in a special night. This story have different outcomes for the night, with some aftermath stories for the second day in working progress in the sequel, WHICH IS GETTING WRITTEN NOW. I will leave you the joy of finding out all the stories by yourselves, however,...
Midnight in Chino Hills meant that everyone stayed in their homes and practiced absolute silence. A tranquil nature settled in the suburbs. The heat from the afternoon still lingered, albeit toned down by the darkness. The middle of August had given the residents of Chino Hills (as well as everyone else in Southern California) a good reason to avoid strenuou...
The stars must be aligned perfectly tonight. I smile to myself as I fold up today's newspaper under my arm and walk out of my apartment whistling. It's the Museum's own fault, tempting me with a recently uncovered artifact as beautiful and valuable as that. The "Serpent's Eye", is what they called it. It's an ancient Chinese treasure with a solid gold settin...
I have a fantasy about this cute guy at the office... Peter is slim and not terribly tall, with dark curly hair. He's always dressed to the nines in a three-piece suite with a flower in his lapel. He even has one of those old-fashioned hats like the debonair heroes of black-and-white movies. Did I mention that Peter is gayer-than-gay? Openly so; it's not ju...
********************************* The world became frigid once more, covered with snow and ice from relentless storms. Cold flakes burned his face, threatening to melt away his white mask, scrape off the clinging lipstick. But no matter how furious the weather became, Sajery sat on the same bench he sat on ten years ago where he first watched his Kichay dan...
"Oh my...I thought you were a vampire!! I mean, I didn't rationally think that you were a vampire, but I had convinced myself that you are." He laughed quietly, then covered his rose-colored lips with a slender hand. I fought the urge to ask him to open his mouth again so I could hunt for unusually pointy teeth. He caught me looking at him, and his eyes gli...
How did he get here, he had thought, slinging the skinned pig carcass over his shoulder. Lucius Papirius had been the hero of the 9th Legion. Over three storied tours he had aided in he conquering of the northern Barbarian lands and rescued the kidnapped son of a nobleman. His name was sung in the songs of that conquest and the children of the Abentine insis...