This is the second installment of Army Times. Although it will stand alone fairly well, it continues on the previous story. I want to thank Psyche_b_mused for her invaluable help in editing these stories, truly they would be much less enjoyable if not for her. Leaving Georgia I had watched the retreating lights of Blaire's car smoking a cigarette when I h...
Hi readers! I'll start this chapter with a quick update: Aran, Sara and Sorla have spent many weeks in hiding in the Hidden Temple beneath Maralon. The Heralds of Dawn have not withdrawn their search for Sara and Sorla, who killed three of their men. The Heralds have continued to scour the city day and night, making it nigh impossible for Aran to venture i...
Mrs Reilly's Victorian-era house was considered one of the finest in Brewer: made of Kasota, the premier building stone of Minnesota, it featured colonial revival lines with an off-centre tower and Tudor arches. The attendance at the widow's afternoon tea was big, fully 30 or so ladies, all divorced or widowed Moms. And all so very well-dressed, in their w...
I haven't posted a new story in a while. We have been preoccupied with other things lately. As I write this and submit this story, we are in the midst of getting ready for our big day. That's right, in a couple of hours I will wed my queen, 18 years, 1 month and 10 days after our first date. Our life hasn't always been easy, but it has been worth it. The tho...
Melehan and Morvith, vile brothers of vile seed, born of the wicked sorceress queen Morgana and her consort, they are as feared as they are famed. One has the gift of murderous cunning, the other gift of being cunningly murderous. Before they were kings they were kin, sent down two separate roads by their mother, one quest for death making, the other for sou...
"Paradise." I shielded my eyes with one hand, looking out over the tremendous expanse of granite and ice, then shrugged with one shoulder as I turned back to Claudia. "You know. Give or take maybe one or two thousand years. Call it two." A light, freezing wind blew around us both, bone-dry; for all the ice, the place was technically a desert. No snowstorms...
When I was growing up, I always thought winter came in two colours. There were white days, when everything looked as though it was covered in a fine icing and the frozen grass would crunch under my feet while I practiced making smoke rings on the frosty air. Then there were grey days, a multitude of variations on the same colour, as if God himself had switch...
[This is the first part of a much larger work. It is not a sex story, although there is sex in it and more as it goes along. This part has oral sex, fondling, woman-with-woman, and coitus. This part has the characters looking at the nature of their beliefs, what drives their actions and the possibility that life doesn't need to be the way it has been. I woul...
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Actual historical figures or living people represented are done strictly for context and humour, I lay no claim to them. If you had trouble following the plots of Pulp Fiction or Four Rooms because of the back-and-forth timelines, just turn around and leave now, as...
I, Vampire Ch. 01: Beginnings Prolog My story is a simple one, but it covers many years – for I am not like mortal men. I have lived and survived countless lifetimes over the centuries, and I have been present when events of great import in mortal history have taken place. But always in the shadows, hidden from the unquestioning fear and hatred of mortals....