Here's a long one for you guys. Might install this one in multiple parts. Just remember that this one has a loooong slow buildup. Don't expect graphic content in every installment, however I will try to keep you interested with some service until the action picks up. Either way, enjoy the read. Usual Disclaimer, all characters over 18, I own nothing, etc. -...
It was the night of the highest tide, where the cool grass of the Carrough Faire met with the icy seas of the Laithe Bay. The night when the waxing moon silhouetted the three ships of Erised from the small seaside town. The trade winds filled tired sails and ruffled the blonde haired sailors aboard, eager for their homes. It was on this night that Ada s...
London, 1931, 8:10am. A well-to-do middle class house in suburbia furnished in the old Regency style, which on closer inspection is looking slightly frayed around the edges. The atmosphere is still, though there is rustling and the odd clang and clatter from the kitchen. A male voice is heard from upstairs. "Ada?" The voice sounded uncertain but cuts clear...
Miles spent a week working on his equipment. He did it Just in case there was something worthwhile in the samples. During that week the women were busy doing their scientific things. Louise had the map complete, but she was very secretive about her findings. Miles wasn't quite sure why, but he respected her decision. Ada had her nose buried up the ass of...
My name is Miss Esther Summerson. If you have read Mr Charles Dickens' novel Bleak House you will have heard of me and the other principal characters in this text. His story is largely true but I blush to think how he exaggerated the goodness of my character beyond any benignity I can truly claim. I am writing this to shed light upon an aspect of the story w...
***Sorry it's taken awhile to get this posted. I'll do my best to get another chapter up soon. My work schedule in pretty crazy and I have a few long weeks ahead of me. Please offer your comments I love to hear what you have to say.*** Chapter 3: "You alright, my boy. You're looking a little green around the gills." Mr. Trent said, eying Braedan carefully...
Author’s Note: So I have a general outline of a story in mind. However, it is a very rough outline without any real directions or path set out yet. I have decided to make this story public so other writers can add in their own ideas to the story. On to the story. Jonathan Summers is a 18 years old high school senior. Short sandy blonde hair, clear blue eyes,...
Louise awoke the next morning alone in her small bed, as usual. She thought back on her evening with Jerri while she lay in bed. There had been a certain sexual tension between them. If Jerri hadn't acted so aggressive, she might have been convinced to give it a try. Louise had always pushed back against bullies of all kinds. It was part of her family's uniq...
As she stood alone before the gates of the Temple, surveying that which she was about to enter, Talla brushed loose strands of dirty hair out of her eyes and took a deep breath to steady her quivering nerves. The walls of the Temple were light brown and stretched hundreds of metres to each side of her. Atop them, some ten metres over her head, were statues....
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