This story, while using the names of certain historical persons, is a work of fiction. No insult is intended to the reverenced memory of Mr. Pope, or of his servants, friends, or fellow authors. Anno Domine 1722 Thursday, 1st January – My prayer for the new year is: may God confound William Park, who has left my service this morning without word or notic...
To Prue an empty bedroom started feeling almost normal. There was the gray silence, the vast ceiling with its reflections of streetlight and leaves. She hadn't closed the curtains, nor had she closed the bedroom door. There was a draft tugging at her exposed chest. She pulled up the blanket, shivering. Her phone rang. She rolled to the side of the bed,...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
(The Theme of this story was determined by a fan who then secured XXXecil's services as a writer.) Part 8: Botany Lesson "I....I don't understand." Muttered the naked woman, golden-brown skin glistening vividly as she writhed in libidinous hunger upon the white linoleum. "That is because you have not fully embraced your racial memory; the new instincts fi...
He moved easily, quickly in the shadows, black hair brushing his shoulders as he crept across the roof of the abandoned warehouse. The moon was full and the gathering would have been going on. He could feel the power of the old ones and even his old pack, the traitors, the false pretenders to the crown of all shifters. They couldn't feel him because he'd see...
---------------- This story has a very slow start. But, I believe that, once you make it to Parts 2, 3, and 4, you will find that it begins to gain sufficient speed. So, please hang in there ... Flavian ---------------- Chapter 1 Well; I had finally seen it. My grandfather's headstone was no different from any of the others--marble, simple, neatly align...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Word spread quickly to the four tribes of the Jinn, bringing news of the death of King Farzan. In the Palace of the Water Jinn, all the leaders of all the tribes had gathered together to bid farewell to their fallen friend. The courtyard was filled to capacity, and many additional spectators lined the walls and parapets of the palace. With all eyes on the fu...
Thanks to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing of this story. They are the best. I knocked on the door and it was opened up by a woman who was a little overweight, but had the most beautiful face I have ever seen on a woman. Dark green eyes, and dimples when she smiled. Brunette hair down to her shoulders in big curls. My sister, Cheri, fixed me up wi...
The 19 year old blond was excited to land a position on the student newspaper as a journalist. It was her second year at the major university and journalism was her passion; she envisioned herself as becoming an investigative reporter for a large newspaper or TV station and thought that this was a great way to hone her skills but starting at the bottom was d...