Briel -- The Repercussion White flakes silently floated wistfully down from the bright night sky until it was melted into oblivion by a heated red light. Warning red circled with piercing white flashing the surrounding houses. The quiet neighborhood was happy and cheerful as Santas perched on snowcapped roofs, evergreen garlands draped over houses topped...
The small car's engine roared as it trundled down the city street, cars passing to either side, most honking. There was the occasional middle finger thrown as well, as if for good measure. The noise coming from under the hood would have been fine, even welcomed, had this particular vehicle not been electric. It should have been whisper quiet, unlike the petr...
This story takes up where my 1st story, ("Sweetness, This One's For You,") leaves off. To all those who read the first, enjoyed it and asked for continuation...here begins the continuing saga of "conversion." To start the 1st story, I introduced myself, explained who "Sweetness" is, and explained my intent. For those who missed my first story, I repeat tha...
I leaned back in my chair and relaxed. It felt damned good to just kick back and think about our day. It was a hell of a day. My sweet little wife Serena and my beautiful daughter Molly and I had gone to Crystal River, A small fishing village about a two and a half hour drive from home. We went out on a charter boat and had a ball. I didn't fish much. I ju...
For K, who's reading this for the very first time. *** It'd take more than a torrential downpour to sully this grab! I caught a glimpse of her on the way out of the city, brilliant brocade dress, emerald green, several rings an each hand, silver and agates mostly, and a mess of vibrant red hair held together by more golden pins than I have fingers and toe...
Note: This is part 2 of the story between Tom and Angela. I'm open to any and all feedback. Please let me know anything you like or ways to improve the writing. Hope you enjoy this! * Too tired to spend the day running around and playing golf, I changed into my swim shorts, grabbed a towel and headed towards the pool. On the way down, I passed by a well-bu...
Aphrodite's Curse Book 4 Hera Strikes Back Chapter 5 Helen giggled as her eyes fluttered open and she awoke. The hot, wet tongue lapping at her toes, made her smile, and as she sat up in her bed, and looked down at her feet, she yawned. There, taking loving licks up her sole to gently wake her, was one of her many thousands of servants, Donkor. He, like...
"Athena, I must say again how grateful I am for you allowing me to use your temple this morning," Hera said as she sat down on Athena's throne near the altar, and rubbed her temples. "It is a total cluster-fuck outside on the Acropolis, and..., frankly, I was not able to hear myself think with everyone talking at once. The quiet solitude in here is helping m...
Her feet ached. Her back ached. But most importantly of all, her soul ached. The cool air prickled her skin with gooseflesh as she sat in her late model sedan. The static drone of guitars and distorted vocals filling her ears as she lifted the cigarette to her lipstick smudged lips, holding it there with trembling fingers as she was forced to do something sh...
A tip of the hat to the brilliant IronicLaconic, whose help with proofing this proved indispensable. ------------------ Our apartment is perennially scented with a tinge of tiger lilies. Not from a plush bouquet of flowers - the pollen would have driven me insane, but from the Diptyque candles I've been habitually planting in his place ever since I moved...