Hey everyone! I'm back with the second last episode of the series! Ok, Ok! I know some of you want to throw tomatoes and rotten eggs at me for taking this long and for coming up with a small episode but all I can do for now is apologize. Anyway, let's continue with the story for now. And yeah, keep the mails flowing! * Episode 6 Pebbles and gravel crun...
The new boy walked up the driveway, the rain adding to the darkness, and the fog offering a welcome blanket of privacy. Ringing the doorbell, he wondered what in his 19 years of curiosity had brought him here. Was it just curiosity? Was it a search for adventure? Was it just boredom? Or was it that the high school and university bimbettes that he'd already c...
It was obviously meant as the ultimate form of degradation, the stripping away of any standing in the kingship sweepstakes. Over the previous several decades there had been so many claimants to the Scottish throne, with varied and unquantifiable bits of chits that this and that faction put into the balance to decide who should be given the crown. Thus, for J...
Jason and Carlos entered the cell to find Martinez struggling against the handcuffs that held his wrists over his head and attached to the frame of the cot. When Martinez saw them coming in the cell, he began to twist and plead in Spanish while Carlos explained what they were going to do to him. Jason got up on the cot, straddling Martinez facing towards the...
"Renton Elliott Abernathy, come to the front of the classroom, please." Renton stood and did as his teacher asked, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Such a shame, isn't it, that the most talented young mage in his class is also an arrogant, disobedient little brat? Perhaps a severe punishment will help you realize the error of your ways." Renton looked e...
The truly special stable boy I am Ferdinand, son of Sr. Richard, son of Sr. Symore. I am a knight in training and this is the story of my first adventure. This story is not about slaying dragons, though those creatures do appear in it, or exploring new lands. This story is of my journey into a much harsher landscape: my own soul. My story begins on the gr...
As soon as the horse-drawn wagon arrives at Fort Nosswood, Simeon Foster kicks the door open and leaps from the seating compartment with his knapsack in-tow. He’s waited eighteen years to follow in his veteran father’s footsteps: to serve as one of the King’s soldiers, to explore uncharted lands and forge everlasting brotherhoods with his new comrades. It’s...
Aidan woke up smiling. He could barely contain his excitement. "Why are you so cheerful?" asked his tutor, Mercedes. "I just have a good feeling," Aidan replied. Around midday, guests started to leave and Aidan got nervous. Maybe Maddox had forgotten him. He prayed that he hadn't been abandoned. After his reading lesson, there wasn't much for him to do....
I woke up, thinking at first that it had all been one long wet dream. But when I opened my eyes, there he was, over at the full-length window, leaning his shoulders back against the side frame of the window and looking out over the morning traffic inching back and forth over the Key Bridge linking Georgetown to the Virginia suburbs. He was magnificent in nak...
(With much affection for Tracy, friend of deep value, who, with eloquence and wisdom, inspired this story so much, she should be listed as the main writer; the good ideas used here are hers, the less than good ones are mine, as are all the flaws) We lived in a cull-de-sac for this last day. Love had had its way with us and we were ending. We didn't look at...