With all of your worldly possessions in your pack you feel something like a snail carrying your home on your back. The paper ad was all but begging for a roommate to share the rent, though why you had no idea. The asking price was phenomenally low, even for a split rent place. It was supposedly a studio apartment with a single occupant. No number was lef...
His face hidden in shadow beneath the brim of a black hat, the man on the train gazed out at the high desert. His eyes were gray and cold and expressionless, like a knight without armor in a savage land. The ticket-puncher asked with a bored smile: "Business or pleasure?" The tall man touched his black hat and said softly: "Business." Miles away, Georgia O...
It was October 31. Halloween. A night for haunts, spooks, tricks and treats. The night when the worlds between the living and the dead overlapped and they could celebrate together, or so the local legends tell me. The deep south was especially rich in history and chilling tales of deceased plantation owners and their families roaming their lands amongst the...
Miss Mabel is my first attempt at erotic writing. It is set in North London in the late 1850s, and I have tried to get the speech and manners as right as I can. You may recognise that I have appropriated the character of Camille from Walter's tome My Secret Life. My thanks to volunteer editor CreativeTalent. Miss Mabel, a story in six parts Part 4. Pl...
CHAPTER FIVE With Tina away I had a quiet day that Thursday. I busied myself looking on the internet for any property auctions that may be coming up. These auctions usually offer re-possessed property, where the Bank or Building Society tries to recoup their outstanding debt. They put on a reserve that matches their debt so if they have a property with a de...
The time has come for me to stop hiding. I must resume my nightly hunt for that which I crave. My name is Patricia Atkinson. I am a Vampire. A long time ago, I became one of the Undead. Yes, Vampires do exist. We live among you and no one suspects our existence. That's the way we like it. I live in a nice townhouse in the Back Bay neighborhood of the city of...
Lawless Liberty June 5, 1883 -Karen English- I've been entranced with the Sheriff since the moment he stepped off the stagecoach at the beginning of the year. Rumor had it, he was a veteran of the War of Rebellion, an officer in the Northern Navy. Rumor also had it, he was a captured Northern Spy who the rebels tortured for information, but he never told...
The year is 1851 and I am in the lounge when mother walks in. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "When are you going to settle down and marry Geoffrey?" Mother asked for what must have been the hundredth time. "When I'm good and ready," I replied. "Only Rupert has two lovely little boys already," she reminded me...
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