"You did what?" "I asked them to join us." "On our vacation." I put the emphasis on the word our. "Yes, well, I sort of, I didn't think ..." "No, you did not think. Our vacation and you invite him and the new girlfriend to our vacation?" "I didn't think you'd mind." "Well, I do mind. A lot. And personally, the vacation is already staring in the toilet....
Beneath the unending circle of the white harvest moon, a ring of highland sandstone sentinels stand guard over a platform of sacrifice. Crystal stars cut through the sky like a swath of iridescence that shines down upon the land with a cold, unearthly light. The chilled air of autumn whistles through the fields of grass, the sea sweeping across the dry land...
The old superstitions... what are they really for? Do we know anymore? Do we know why we do the things we do each October as the calendar rolls 'round to the 31st? Why do we decorate our homes with the symbols of death? Carved pumpkins spilling candlelight like fiery blood. Spider webs. Gravestones. Witches. Why do we dress up our children as goblins and...
Epilogue The first chill of Autumn was just beginning to bite into Summer's soft, ripe heat. The days were yet warm, but the nights were cool enough to raise gooseflesh. Livia shivered in the breeze as she crossed the courtyard of the Chateau. What was this place? What was happening here? She had always been told it was an honour to serve at the Duc's table...
Thomas Morton pulled into the driveway of the beautiful Virginia home. It looks almost as good as mine, he thought as he stepped out of his powder-blue Mercedes. He rang the doorbell and waited. It was 3:00pm in the afternoon on a gorgeous autumn day. Thomas looked at the cloudless sky and took a deep breath. The air was so crisp. Suddenly, the door opened...
Turn right on the lane. Go over the bridge, past a cluster of trees we refer to as "the woods", round the curves, and continue on this old country road. You come around the last bend, and there it is. The farm. The old homestead. All you can see is trees. Summer is upon us full force. The only thing that shows it's more than another clump of "woods", is...
I have been here before This is my place This is our place Was our place I come here to be alone To think, to remember Although I am alone here I don't feel alone The memories dance in my mind and my heart so profoundly they have presence; have heartbeats of their own. They are real They are with me I feel their warmth Like the last hour of an Au...
Tom had just finished bringing his family's supplies over to Rachel's underground bunker, and was getting Raven and Michael settled. Mary was at the base of the ladder, catching the extra pillows and bedding they were going to use tonight. The five of them had decided they would go "puppy pile" for the night, shifting to their wolf form and curling up togeth...
Entering the cabin, I called out her name. No answer. The door to her room was open, but she wasn't inside. Just then I heard the shower start, the sound of the water making a soothing swish. After a minute I heard her call my name. "Kenny, is that you?" "Yes, lover, it's me," I said wearily. "Could you do me a favor? Bring me my liquid soap. It's in my...
I am nearly pinned upon my back beneath the Demon Bitch. I claw and scrape and kick, seeking desperately to scurry back, to avoid and to escape the sinuous tail that darts and plunges against my robes, between my legs. It snakes and thrashes, guided by the wicked intent of its owner, seeking to pierce the core of me. She seeks to defile me, to make me what s...