Rain lashed the countryside driving people and animals to cover. Occasionally a small chunk of hail clattered across the courtyard. Somewhere above the storm, unseen by man, a gibbous moon rose. In Castle Frankenstein, Dr. Anne Frankenstein tried to contain her excitement. Months of labor and now her great work was ready. Immortality. Immortality for hersel...
Chapter One Hundred Forty-Eight: Relocation The ride to Soldier's Peak started out fairly easy. We had a large contingent of soldiers accompanying us, enough bodies that the usual dangers of the road – bandits, wild animals, darkspawn – left us entirely alone. We had several carts – some loaded with supplies for the Peak, some with food and tents for the t...
The Thalmor Embassy – Haafingar Hold Elenwen sat in a silk robe, in front of the roaring fire, in the sitting room of her quarters. She was enjoying a cup of tea as she examined the records that Graylock had assembled on the Dragonborn. The file sat in a leather folder on a table to her left. She drained the cup and set it and its accompanying platter on t...
Lakeview Manor, Near Falkreath "By the gods! That was amazing," exclaimed Vilkas. He rolled off her, fully-spent and covered with sweat. He lay on his back in their bed next to his wife, panting for air. This was the first time they had ever made love in the morning. "I have to admit," he said as his wife straddled his broad chest and began massaging him,...
Chapter One Hundred Forty-Five: Barrier to Entry All of our forces had lined up in ranks, five across, in front of the opening leading further underground. There weren't as many as I'd hoped, between the injuries and those left to guard our rear. The soldiers themselves seemed tense, as though their numbers were weighing on their minds as well. We'd been s...
Chapter One Hundred Forty-Nine: Unrealised Potential ****Trigger Warning: Miscarriage**** I sat curled up in a ball, forehead resting on my knees, arms wrapped around my legs, trying not to think or feel -- or listen. I could hear my husband just outside the open door, whispering frantically to Alim and Jowan. They were acting like I couldn't hear them...
My apologies to the writers, producers, & owners of "Smallville". This has been in my head for a few days and just had to be written. An Alternate ending to "Exodus" Lana walked across the Kent's yard with a purpose in her stride. She was wearing a short skirt, heels and a tight sleeveless blouse. She had been thinking about Clark most of the day. She had t...
Cold, too damn cold. Why am I doing this, I asked myself. Because I'm a fisherman, I answered. Fuck that, I ask myself, why the hell aren't you fishing in Hawaii or Mexico where it's warm? Because I'm a fucking crab fisherman and right now, the crabs are in the Bering Fucking Sea. Well, says the genius in my head, you're not too damn smart, are you? Got that...
Part 1, You Have To Have Faith! Edited by Amy Johnson Author's note: The following is my first attempt at writing first person from a guy's point of view. It was certainly interesting doing it, and I would love to hear what you think of it, especially from any male readers out there. Disclaimer: I have absolutely no affiliation with Faith or any other...
This is my first story submitted on line. A big Thank You to Serian 017 for his help with editing and answering my never ending questions. If this story gets enough favorable response I will continue it. Thank you for reading. Enjoy. * * * * * I had a day off from work. Finally. That is something I get too few of and I knew just the way to relax. I could...