By Philip Johnson Prologue Dolce Giardino. It means sweet garden in Italian, and that was the name of their estate, and an apt description. The year was nineteen twenty six, and Charles and Kathryn Philips lived on that estate, and in that new grand and sturdy looking brick home. Charles and Kathryn loved the somewhat isolated location. They really were...
CHAPTER 1: DANGLE He pushed through the crowd of traders, his scuffed boots kicking up dust from the arid ground as he passed by market stalls selling strange, alien fruits and scrap parts. The colorful tarps that shielded the merchants from the sun surrounded him on both sides of the street, prefab buildings had been erected to form a rudimentary town whos...
Episode I: Harbinger Chapter 1 "What is going on down there?" Nute Gunray demanded from the bridge of the Trade Federation flagship Saak'ak. A cacophony of alarms sounded all around him. "We've lost the transmission, sir." his communications officer Tey How announced from behind her comlink and data goggles. "Have you ever encountered a Jedi Knight befor...
CHAPTER 1: AVENGERS She slithered down the ramp of the dropship, her long body winding and undulating as she carried a wounded soldier in her arms, dropping him at the feet of a team of medics who were standing by in the hangar. She rose up on her muscular tail, her almost imperceptibly smooth scales flashing yellow and brown in the artificial lighting as s...
© Fionna Guillaume 2016 *** Prologue: The Cards Rosemary sat in the back room of Triple Goddess Herb Shop, drinking a huge mug of chamomile tea and feeling sorry for herself. She'd just been dumped. Again. This time the sad, nascent relationship had made it all of three months before disintegrating beneath the barest discussion of a long-term future. Jaso...
Prologue Mon enfant, ma soeur, Songe à la douceur D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble ! Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble ! Les soleils mouillés De ces ciels brouillés Pour mon esprit ont les charmes Si mystérieux De tes traîtres yeux, Brillant à travers leurs larmes. Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté. - From "L'Inv...
Author's Note: This is an entry for the 2019 Summer Lovin' contest. It crosses several genres and categories, some familiar, some new. I've had this story building in my mind for several years, and now I'm pleased to present it to you in its fullest. I could not have done this without the help of my literotica friends who acted as a sounding board, my edito...
Author's Note: Over the last couple of months, I have been editing my stories in order to make them into Ebooks. As one of my oldest works, Pinwheel needed so much editing that I decided to simply rewrite it from scratch. As the entry point for the series, I wanted to make it the best that it could be. The resulting story is twice the length of the original...
Chapter 14 I woke to the sound of typing. She wasn't being loud about it, not trying to be obnoxious, it was just the soft clicky-clack of the keys of her keyboard as she fired off whatever she was writing. She had the same tendency I did however, to hit the end of a sentence harder, giving the keyboard a nice, soft whack every time. Just some unconscious...
This is a first attempt. Comments and criticisms that are kind, courteous considerate and constructive would be encouraging. This is a long story. It builds up slowly. There is a lot of romance. It is also a work of fiction. However references to locations, historical characters, art, music and science are as one would find in normal geography, history and...