"Late in the evening, when the King's daughter is asleep, you must fetch her out of her bed, and bring her here to wait upon me..." –"The Blue Light," The Brothers Grimm Once upon a time... That's usually how these things are supposed to begin, isn't it? I guess the story I'm about to tell is something like a fairytale. Only there's a lot more unsavory ele...
Vanessa and Farah (plaything of the lovebirds) Oh god what is that? I feel so weird, but in a good way, am I being attacked? My eyes open with a start as the horrible sensation closes in on me, it's coming from groin, oh god it feels like some kind of monster was causing the most horrible pain imaginable. I look down towards the source to see a huge moving...
An uncommonly cool breeze stirred dying leaves across the cobblestone paths of the village. Lamps within windows were snuffed; only the torches at the bridge and before the tavern cast any light upon the ground. Shadows were plentiful, and within those shadows strode the Spectre That Walks. Bagdemagus enjoyed this time of night, when the village was quiet a...
Notes from the author: Hi again everyone. Here's something different, as a nostalgic ode to my youth playing Dungeons & Dragons, Pendragon and other pen-and-paper role-playing games. I know I am no bard but I tried my hand at an Arthurian idyll. I hope you enjoy it. 1. The errant and the prisoner "Great God! Cadfael, should I die today I would do so knowin...
Author's note This is a work of fiction. The characters do not lead perfect lives of sunshine and roses. They are not automatons who always think, say and do the right things. The reader should be prepared for moments of darkness and surprise; there will not necessarily be fore-warning, both for dramatic purposes and for realism. Readers who have a fragile...
The unremitting darkness stares back at me as I look out into the oppressive black sky. I can feel another tear run along the well worn tracks in the grime on my face as I remember gliding on the winds in the bright sunshine before my imprisonment. I gaze upon the utter blackness, without moon or stars, and wish for even a single point of light. When I was i...
©2011 Drake Collins All Rights Reserved. CHAPTER ONE Cam Zyzerbachus, born 23 years ago on a planet called Arceus Echelon, had a fairly ordinary childhood. His parents opted for a natural, non-engineered birth. Most people in his parents' financial bracket could afford to genetically manufacture their kids, from their future height and hair color to artist...
Chapter Fifty-Eight CERTIOK The city was in chaos. People ran to and froe, shouting and screaming. No longer did the wide boulevards of Alkandra feel like a beast utopia, but like the walls of a cage. Windows were frantically boarded, men and women sprinted toward the castle in various stages of undress, watchmen handed out spears and swords without a car...
Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer. TCCS Part 3: Chapter 25: The Fog Moves Deeper Through The Campground ********** "That's disgusting," said Amber staring in horror at Stubby's black cock. "Why'd you do this?" Her only answer was some giggling in the trees behind her. "They thought you'd like it," said Stubby. "Why'd they think that? I ha...
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Actual historical figures or living people represented are done strictly for context and humour, I lay no claim to them. If you had trouble following the plots of Pulp Fiction or Four Rooms because of the back-and-forth timelines, just turn around and leave now, as...