Author's Note: So, I wrote this while sick. Coughing, sore throat, runny nose, the WORKS! So, it's a bit shorter than previous chapters and future chapters. For this, I am sorry. But if you feel any up-swelling of ire for this, know, I am being punished even as you think it with my sickness. Bleh. The Tale of Resh Craig June 4th, 1876 Somewhere on the...
My name is Franklin Saint-Mars. Just your average, everyday, six-foot-one and 170-pound, brown-skinned and ruggedly handsome Haitian-American stud muffin. My friends call me the Chocolate Speedster. This right here is a special story I've got to share with you. It involves how I outsmarted the deadliest of enemies and made a name for myself in the circles of...
Sheriff Jacob Creech might been born in the dark, but it wasn't last night. Days without a rape were something he cherished at this point but he knew that day two weeks ago that Angela was just in a better position to deny it then most. Truth is, he had just breathed a real sigh of relief when he saw Angela walking bow legged the next day. That by itself wo...
I am watching you my love, can you sense me near? Waiting for you? I know your soul can for it has been mine from the beginning of mankind but your mind is as yet unaware, uncomprehending until tonight, when I will take you in my slender arms again and make love to you as I have done through the lonely centuries. Always I follow you, searching for you, yearn...
The crackling of the bonfire echoed off the canyon walls as Anita and Galen listened to their instructions from the wizened old shaman. They had come to him in search of guidance to the local Anasazi ruins. Anita and Galen were researching a Native American version of the Kama Sutra. During their last dig they had found a tattered manuscript that spoke of...
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My name is Anthony Blake. A big and tall Black man living in the United States of America. Boston is the city I call home. I've lived there ever since I graduated from Brockton Community High School in 2000. Massachusetts is like no place on the planet Earth. Yet even this venerable state isn't free from the influence of those men and women I label the hat...
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Mawgrit opened the large chest and looked at her ceremonial clothes. She knew she had to wear something elaborate to suit the situation, and yet easy to get off. Putting aside her cape and other finery, she pulled out a tapas cloth that had been made by her great, great grandmother. The old cloth, made by pounding the stems of plants, was soft and pliable. T...
Harwyn eyed the temple door warily. The Forbidden Forest held many dangers, and many secrets. One such secret was before him, one of the many hidden ruins from an ancient civilisation who reigned long before the Forest had existed. The whorls and spirals carved into the stone were unlike any he had ever seen, and the faintest hint of energy made his fingerti...