Manor of Thornbury, Herefordshire, England, AD1420 "Those damned serfs threw stones at my bailiff! I should have them chased down and hung, every man jack of them!" Sir John de Menneval, lord of the manor of Thornbury, was crimson with rage. The veins on his neck bulged as he undressed in the tiny private bedchamber of his manor house and it was all he cou...
Like a drug, reader's comments make me write more. Like a whip, constructive criticism makes me write better. Please vote and comment. Your feedback makes for better writing. * Above two thousand feet on the Three Sisters Mountain Trail the air was clear and dry His lungs filled hungrily as he climbed, swinging each leg in a gentle and day-long cadence. Th...
Beauty was only in a short white silk shirt, when she heard him at the door. It was obvious that she was not dressed like she was told. Sitting in front of the mirror she had completely lost track of time. Was there anger in the face of Severus? She turned her head away from the mirror and rushed to the big comfortable bed. Her clothes were waiting for her....
Sara Solomon, professor of religion at Vanderbilt University, was concluding a lecture on Jesus of Nazareth at the Ohio State University and in the audience is the infamous Casanova Leon Carlisle. "In conclusion, while Jesus is not recognized as the Messiah, because he did not fulfill the qualifications as described by the Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel; howev...
This had to be one of those days when you just know that nothing is going to go right. It was a hot and humid day. Sooner or later it was going to rain. I knew it was supposed to rain later during late afternoon or early evening, but I chose to be economically inclined anyway and ride the bus to work. Parking was a bitch. I don't mind catching the bus unless...
Scott turned the key and opened the front door to his home. Laying down his brief case by the hand carved table by the door and putting his Mercedes keys in the small bowl set for that purpose, he crossed the room heading for the kitchen, as was his habit. A generous splash of Scotch over three ice cubes and now Scott felt officially home. Scott headed for...
It's an eye-opener I have to confess... You'd like to be watched having sex. Um, ok, I say, thinking you mean you want me to watch you wank or something but no, it's really you'd like us to be watched having sex. I stop swirling my morning tea in mid-stir over the breakfast table, eyes slightly more open now. Um... okaaaaaaay... my response is slowly slurre...
The room was dark, lit only by the five candles positioned at the points of the pentagram. A cowled figure was chanting and making motions with his hands over the folded bundle of cloth sitting in that same pentagram. If anyone had been there to see and hear, they would have been sure they had heard the language, but could not have told you what it was. The...
Prologue The moon was shining sweetly. It did not know my deception. I saw it, but it could not see me. For all good purposes, I suppose I am a vampire and the moon is my ally. I am often invisible to it and humans by my own wishes. Nighttime wanderings are my hobby. I pray on humans, destroying their souls, sometimes taking them as my own. I am what I am....
Copyright 2010 by madengineer3 Prolog Old Gabby, as he was called, was considered by most townspeople to be the ugliest man on Earth. His skin had one of those weather beaten looks that reminds people of old leather. He had a full beard and must have bathed regularly since the one positive aspect was that he didn't stink. If asked, nobody in town could eve...