This story is an idealized work of fiction. The setting, even though inspired by history, is by no means reflecting events of the past with historical accuracy. Essentially it is a love story that has been close to my heart for a long time now. Feedback is welcome. :o) *** Chapter 1 - Shattered Dreams "Through a millennium we have prevailed upon this land...
*Okay, so I know certain people are pretty miffed at the direction I've chosen to take this story. But I just gotta say, if I'm not true to myself or the characters, then it would be un-genuine and totally phony. So, if a certain pairing bothers you and you decided to peace out, I totally respect your decision and that's okay. Because losing readers sometime...
Archimedes brushed his bearded chin as he stared down at the crown shining under the light of an oil lamp. Strands of dark curly hair with streaks of white fell across his sweaty knitted brows. Finally he drew an inward sigh, stared into space and scratched his head. His face was confounded. The golden crown belonged to Hieron, king of Syracuse, a Greek co...
Author's note: Many comments have been made about typing mistakes in the first installment of this story. I do accept responsibility for all mistakes. However, I believe that some of the misunderstanding may have been brought about by my sophomoric attempt to create the realism of a black dialect. At any rate, the experiment has been discontinued. In my own...
Camille is my petite wife, 34B-22-34, dark hair, very good looking. She has always been very stylish and popular. Her solid French stock is apparent, and her exquisite taste in clothes, jewelry, and lingerie has always been a source of great pleasure to me. I love her with all my heart. "Tim, we're late for the ward meeting. Remember, we need to drop off Br...
Magda Peter was nervous and embarrassed. Nervous about showing me his house, embarrassed about not paying for the taxi which had just thrown us up right next to three certain mailboxes of internet fame. He hadn´t even thought about money, that the taxi had to be paid and that he had no money with him, until now. I liked it so much I was worried. What if I l...
"Young master, please pay attention!" Prince Martin jumped in his seat, "Y-yes, Ma'am!" he stammered, sitting up and snapping himself away from the daydream that had been tickling his mind. His royal tutor stared at him with her piercing blue eyes from behind her small, bifocal glasses. Her fiery red hair was done up in a proper bun, and her clothing was...
Aureal and Rainer made it back two hours early. Rainer attempted to apologize to Caetorum for making him worry, though Caetorum dismissed it saying, "It is my fault for not paying attention. Mine and the fault of that vixen, Asmodea. A man of your stature should not find the need to apologize to me, young lord." Caetorum ushered Rainer and Aureal back to his...
It was getting darker by the minute as my car slowly wound its way up the gravel road. I couldn't believe how much it had snowed already, and I had really been pushing it hard to make it there before traveling got too dangerous. My stomach was doing somersaults, but that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with my nerves. It felt like t...
Chapter 1 The sun had just risen. It shone on the leaves, it made prisms through water drops, and filtering in through the blinds it awoke Mario from his sleep. After having a nice long lazy stretch he got up and went to the bathroom to take care of the morning business. Then he went down to the kitchen to have breakfast. He was already regretting awakenin...