Her eyes tracked a fragile pink petal as it fluttered to the ground, and her mind allowed a memory from the years of her life that had been fresh with naivete. The innocent splash of pink on the dusty charcoal earth called forth the thousands of other such discarded petals decorating this avenue all those years ago. Back then, those bright, brief expressions...
"All units return to station, there is an incoming blizzard that is set to cut services," said the voice from the radio. Hunter groaned, he was far from the station, the blizzards around these parts sometimes hit with furious intensity and little warning. He quickly turned the car around and hoped to make the forty minute trip before the blizzard cut off vi...
Born on the island of Trinidad to an Afro-Trinidadian mother, Amina Ramping, and an Indian immigrant father, Khan Saad, Kerry had always known early on that she was different. It wasn't something that Kerry understood fully, but she watched the people around her and knew that she was smarter and better than them. The fact that she was also exotically beautif...
The life of a female knight was, frankly tedious. Well the life of this one as at least. Ann had bested all of the viable opponents within a three day ride of her well-garrisoned castle. Pageants had come and gone, with Ann collecting pennants and plaudits in each. Now though there was no new challenge, no sufficient opponent to spar with. She twisted the kn...
Most people use the phrase, "the corners of my mind." There's even a song with that phrase in it. It popped into my mind a while back and I thought about it. I don't have any corners in my mind. There doesn't seem to be some old box up there, with a lid on it. My thoughts feel as though they are in a whirlwind and random pieces fly out of the eddy at an amaz...
As the title suggests this is the end for this series. Thank you all for your support and feedback. I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it. Also a final thank you to Alexandra and luvtaread for their assistance in editing it was most appreciated. Epilogue Ten years later Brandon had a lot to celebrate about. All his children were...
This story has been made significantly better by the tireless efforts and editing of IMcRout. * Marcos Panthi had a problem, not a serious or immediate crisis, but a definite situation in need of some kind of reconsideration. He was a knight in foreign lands well to the west of his home territory. He was dark haired with short curls and deep dark pools...
The wind howled like the baying of hungry wolves. The sky blackened as bilious clouds rolled across the expanse hurling themselves at each other. Thunder roared as if in competition with the screaming wind. Lightning streaked across the clouds momentarily splitting the darkness only to be swallowed up again and again. High on a cliff edge the sorcerer stood...
Author's note: This is actually an older story I've been playing about with for some time. I suppose that submitting it will work to stop me tinkering with it endlessly. Just a few quick notes: Russian names as they appear in this story have three parts: a given name, a patronymic derived from the father's name and a family name. Likewise, the given name o...
(Chapter 18) "A Moment of Madness" (circa-1988) The six mile Metro journey to Newcastle was relaxing and uneventful. The train was packed with Monday morning commuters heading for their all too boring and familiar places of work. As usual everyone was wearing their trademark sour faces and no one offered a kind look or even a hint of a smile. Men reading...