Thanks go to my editor Althefish. You're the best. * It is Wednesday night, well actually it's Thursday morning. The weather channel said tonight we would have snow. This will be the first snow of winter. I always loved when it was snowing, it always seems magical somehow. So quiet and peaceful. It's about 2 in the morning when I wake up. I take a quick p...
It was a brisk autumn day as Karl Chapman, Dagwood Strewth, and Jessibelle Dillas met in the lower atrium of the Northern Tropics hotel. They had been invited to spend the three day weekend at Aeryn and Edwin's fathers resort while it was getting refurbished from the summer bustle. It was essentially a merger of a glorified motel combined with a small water...
Neil stood helplessly in the cell, corseted and in severe head bondage, his hands cuffed to his slave collar, unable to influence anything to change his state of sensory deprivation and utter despair. There was no sight, no sound except his heartbeat and breathing, no taste but rubber, no smell but leather, and no feeling except the cold concrete floor benea...
That scraping sound on my windows again. I crawled off the bed with an effort, it is awfully cold. Flakes of rust came off the hinges as I forced the windows apart and cool air rushed in from the night and I hunch into my thin robe as far in as possible. The moon-washed backyard is empty, as I lean out of the sill to peer into the gloom. It's always the same...
Something wasn't right. I felt as if I was sinking deeper into the mattress and there was a weight settling onto my back. I had been sleeping pretty deeply but something was tugging my mind closer and closer to wakefulness. I opened my eyes. My bedroom was dimly lit through open curtains and dark, angular shadows from a harvest moon slashed across the floor...
::suddenly lost in a vivid fantasy of kneeling on new2's grave:: Roses clenched in my hands so tightly that blood drips from them on to the grave, the red red blood looking obsidian black under the cold light of the full moon. The wind whispers and sighs, and I feel a shudder as something stirs beneath me. Called by my blood and my desire your pale white a...
I sppose yo're a bit crios abot the way I type. To be brtally honest, I'm a bit crios abot it myself. I know that something's nsal abot it, bt I can never qite seem to figre ot what it is. It's not that I'm confsed, yo nderstand. Well, not as yo wold se the word 'confsed', at least. Bt I jst...well, it's a bit of a long story, bt if yo don't mind a bit of at...
"Mike! Quick, help!" Tim was talking before he even had the door open properly. Looking up from the Christmas tree he was happily (and somewhat childishly) decorating on the screen of the laptop, Mike saw his brother half carrying someone through the door. "What the hell?" Tim had gone out to the car for a jacket which, for reasons known only to Tim, he ha...
I was walking home and I didn't fancy returning to the small student flat above the row of shops where I was approaching. The whole country had in the midst of a prolonged and quite severe cold snap I had done enough for the day. It was a Wednesday, a universal half day for students. I had turned out for the 2nd fifteen, had my weekly shower and put a few e...
"Mark, are you sure I look ok?? Stone Cold says I do, but I want a second opinion," Tammy says as she readjusts her in ring outfit. Vince McMahon had proposed an idea to make her Stone Cold's valet, and today was the first day on the job. "Honey, yes, I'm quite sure you look ok. Now, you better hurry to the arena, they'll probably want to brief you on how th...