Mara stood on a cloud, high above the city. The Atlantic crashed against the shore and the winds carried a salty tang to her nose. She stood up straight as she noticed a bunch of clouds moving against the wind and coming her way. The clouds came near and she could make out the figures that rode them. Her spirit guide was on the first cloud and a dour faced e...
The one-eyed prophet Changoparati, mutely miming his prognostications of doom to the blind, while in pursuit of the pleasures of the flesh and pondering the imponderable aspects of the face of God, who, he thinks he might of seen one day out of the corner of his eye, crossing the street with a aardvark on a leash. I'm simply wasting time while being tempora...
Dear Readers, Sorry for the delay - I'm still learning how to do all this and got ahead of myself. I had to rewrite a lot of this section so it took longer than I expected. Last chapter will be posted with this one. ***** Emmett carries Lyssa's limp body from the basement, out the side door, and to the waiting car. He gets in and Lyssa is passed to him...
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone left comments or sent me feedback about previous chapters of this story. Thank you to Margaret who proofread for me. I hope you enjoy this chapter. ~ellie "I need to get away for a few days," Peri said watching Pete as he filled in her chart. "My face is almost better, and my shoulder seems fine." He turned to look at h...
3:45. The numbers on the digital clock by the bed cast a green glow over the room. Outside, the street was quiet, save for the rustling of the leaves swirling in the autumn breeze. Inside, the only sound was the deep, even breath of sleep. She had gotten home at the regular time. The boys were already there and doing homework. The oldest was working on mat...
Once upon a time there was a beautiful maiden. She was the most beautiful girl in all the land. Her hair was spun gold, her eyes were like happy dancing violets, her rosy lips were plump and her body was that of a siren. She was happy and graceful and kind. She lived in a land ruled by an evil queen. Her dark magic was like an iron thumb keeping control of...
Prologue: The Boy Of Steel Looking up in the blue sky, he could see the birds flying freely in the sky, no strings and no boundaries. Fourteen year old Clark Kent always wondered what it would be like to fly up away in the sky, through and above those clouds. "Why are you here?"He heard the voice of his heart asking him his purpose in this world. Apparentl...
Season Three, cont. We got back into town on Sunday afternoon, exhausted and in a state of bliss but happy that we were back home. Gale carried my bags into the house and left me at the door with a long, deep kiss. I checked my messages and called Allen, happy that the meals had gone well and promising to meet with him as soon as I was back into the groove....
There's an old saying in the muscle-bound barbarian hero business. Actually there are a LOT of old saying in the muscle-bound barbarian hero business. This is mostly because the average muscle-bound barbarian can't read. And so an oral tradition is necessary. (Although if asked, most muscle-bound barbarians would think that an oral tradition is something tha...
3. Sabrina didn't know how long she had been sitting and staring at her as yet unmade up face in the mirror of her dressing room; it could have been five minutes, it could have been fifteen. Having her own dressing room and makeup artist slash stylist was a definite plus because she was sure that if she was sitting in the communal dressing room staring at h...