In the village of Norde, in the Kingdom of Thiskal, recently women have been going missing. Eventually it was discovered that Cave Toads from the nearby Black Marsh cave system were responsible, but as Norde is a peaceful farming village, they had no way to oppose the creatures. However, thier plight spread throughout the kingdom, eventually prompting three...
Deep, within the swamp of sorrows, energy had begun to gather. With the the attempted summoning of Loa and gods, with the dark portal, all had begun to gather. Not enough for anyone to notice, not at first. The energies were small, and the swamp of sorrows was ultimately considered unimportant. For the Horde, it was hard to defend, and for the alliance... we...
(1, 757 words) England, October 31st, 1641. The three old hags - Magda, Miriam and Mary - sit in their cave, huddling round the fire. They are toasting a horny toad, what might be their last meal - Matthew Hopkins, the Witch Finder General, and his men are on their trail. The women are exhausted already from the chase, drained it seems of their magical pow...
Zhinv and Niulang. (Part four.) Nuilang, wandered through the town, overcome with grief, in the knowledge of not seeing his beloved wife for another year. People came up to Nuilang, to ask if he was alright, but he couldn't speak, for the tears running down his face, and as his heart broke, he made his way to the river, and stood there on the bridge, dete...
The two figures walked across the long roll of red carpet through the cavernous throne room. Faint light seeped in through the high windows as the sun began to rise over the Koopa Kingdom. The couple stepped between two great stone pillars and up a small flight of steps, heading toward the large throne at the end of the room. Mario let out a yawn, his hand...
*** If you enjoyed my sci-fi series Space Relations, this novella has a similar format. It is less about the sex in this one, and more about the innuendo and the story. *** Sir Longenhard sat brooding at the tavern bar, swirling the last of the swill at the bottom of his mug. He drank the rot, at the same time recalling better times when the ale tasted prop...
They talk a lot about the blackness of outer space. Yet, you only realize how black it is, when you open your eyes during a dark Earth night. What you notice is that the absence of light appears as a dark gray with a lot of colorful squiggles running across your vision. You open and close your eyes. And, you can't tell the difference. So, like with your eyes...
I will tell you now how I was raped, and met my captor. I awoke in darkness. From the smell of donkey, and the jolting motion, I realized immediately that I was in a covered cart. My hands and feet were bound, and I had been gagged. My forehead didn't hurt where it had been struck, though I felt a bump there. I was unafraid. On the contrary I felt a strang...
Disclaimer: This story is the result of a thread in the Author's Hangout titled "What if they wrote Porn?" The premise being, what would erotica from the classic authors like Hemingway, Poe, Chaucer, et al. would be like. I submitted a blurb rewritten from O Henry's "The Ransom of Red Chief." I received several PM's asking (ok, demanding) that I finish the t...
“What are you thinking about, luv?” Spike pulled Willow onto his lap, brushing stray pieces of hair from her face. “Nothing.” “Don’t try to fob me off with a ‘nothing’, pet. I know how you think, know when you’re upset. Now tell me what’s goin’ on in that head of yours.” She sighed. “Spike.” “Yes. . .?’ “No, I’m thinking about Spike.” Spike smirked. “...