"Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle." Lewis Carroll "To destroy is always the first step in any creation." ee cummings She asks the wrong questions... Often, she feels the need for names, for boundaries. She pushes to find reason in madness, clarity in passion. Creation lacks comfort, transformation is painful. I answer her questions with...
Preface In my first story, The Devil's Gateway, one of the main characters—Liv—teaches a class for lesbians who have, or had, great difficulty with Christian doctrines that have caused them much discomfort with regard to their undeniable lesbianism. Liv termed her class as The Truth of the Lies. The lies she exposes are the so-called inerrant truths as pre...
Author's notes: Another great editing job by Kayline Blake! Thanks Kay! This chapter switches POV often. I hope that doesn't detract from your enjoyment! * Bob sent all the governors and their teams to their assigned planets in order to give them the time they needed to get their staff members settled in. He told them that "moving day" would commence at...
It had been three months since I tattooed Carol, she was happy enough, but still I wanted more, I wanted to turn her into my fantasy woman, my creation. Carol often stayed over and was fast becoming a semi-permanent fixture of the household, she even started paying the odd bill that we had such as telephone and gas. We were at the Merryhill shopping centre s...
I apologize for the delays. Real life has been catching up to me lately. This is the basic story that Rachel is going to be telling to the mages in The Water Nymph. I haven't decided whether I should write it up as her actual story to the guys, or just leave it like this and move on with the story. Please comment with your preference. ***** Once upon a tim...
Shadows swept over the ancient dilapidated building as the cool spring breeze sent chills down her spine. She had wandered through this land, naked and alone, desperately seeking assistance. Clutching a small azure vile to her bosom, her icy hues would dart about the eerily silent establishment. Every now and then, her peripheral vision would play upon her i...
I can't sleep... again... at least I think I can't. The rain is pouring outside, the drops making such crystal clear sounds against the pavement, the window pane, the door. The sound of traffic, disrupting the clear and even beating. The quiet hum, that grows, a crescendo to the unbearable loud crash, as the tires splash water into my front lawn, fading fast...
It was cold outside. The December night air seeped between the cracks in the log home. Sandra Jean Leone, a house slave, snuggled up under a thick quilt. She shivered until her body heat, radiating inside the quilt, warmed her little cocoon. She could hear the mumbled voices of the white Leone's thru the thick logs of the big house, laughing and celebrating....
I woke with the sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtains in my room. I felt like I had been sleeping for hours. I felt warm weight laying on me. It was Amy. She was laying with her head on my stomach inches from my flaccid cock fast asleep. Her left arm and left leg thrown across me. I reached down and ran my hand over her perfectly smooth femini...
I stretch quickly and start walking down my street. I need to get this done quickly, otherwise I’ll be late for school. It’s the first time my parents have let me out at such an early time and I’m grateful for it, even if it’s not what I first wanted. You can’t see the sunrise at twenty to seven in the morning, but you can at least feel the early morning chi...