***Shadows of London*** A continuation of 'The devil's blood' Back in the dark, cold family's house, the mum and son dropped to their knees. "Please, sir we did what you wanted. Now my daughter?" The mother pleaded. From the corner of the room, a figure emerged; charcoal black with shadowy appendages flowing from the bottom of his shadowy gown. The append...
I have to tell you about what happened to me this weekend; I can hardly believe it myself. There was some work related party that Sally, my girlfriend, and I were supposed to go to tonight. It was Sally's work, I knew lots of the people there, but usually I end up smoking outside and shooting the shit with the other boyfriends and husbands over the pool tabl...
This is both a continuation and a change to the previous story (part 3). The chunk below replaces the ending from part 3, before moving on to part 4. I am currently trying out telling this story in both the first and third person, and would love some feedback on which works best (see the story Black Rock City). Comment or send feedback, you bastards! Especia...
"Dear Colleagues This week, in order to help with our efforts to raise money for charitable causes, we have decided to mix up our usual policy of dress down Fridays. This Friday we are instead instigating a "dress up Friday" in which staff are strongly encouraged to come to the office dressed in the office attire of the opposite gender (that's suits and tie...
I couldn't quite decide why the book disturbed me so. The hand was obviously late fifteenth-century, pre-humanistic, in a small even bastarda, clearly from the southern German-speaking lands. The rubrication was careful, faded but still red, the vellum pliable, and the binding, although not original, most likely dated from only a century or so after the page...
Author's note: This story contains a homosexual scene. If you find that sort of thing objectionable, please feel free to bail now. The story was not categorized under "gay male" for reasons that should become evident. Still with us? Good! *** I was studying at my desk when my roommate Tim came up behind me and began kneading my shoulders through the mater...
Jennifer sat in an overstuffed chair, staring at the faint cracks in the white leather. She settled her glasses on her nose out of nervous habit, awkwardly ignoring the other two girls in the room. Her arm stood out in stark contrast against the chair, her skin as dark as burnt mocha. The young woman stole a quick glance at the other two girls - Emily and M...
(I would like to say a very special thank you to longonenow2004 for his wonderful feedback and encouragement). The art gallery was tucked away down a bumpy track and I winced as the wheels of my hire car hit yet another pot-hole, the suspension groaning in complaint. Idly wondering whether I was covered for intentional damage, I eventually pulled up next to...
Jareth was relieved when he saw the flicker of campfires on the road ahead. It had been a long and tiring day, most of it spent on horseback, and the next day would prove to be just as strenuous. He prayed that the owner of the fires would prove to be a hospitable sort. If they wouldn't let him stay the night in their camp, at least perhaps they would provid...
The aftermath of September 11, 2001 sent shockwaves worldwide... but even more so throughout the U.S. than anywhere else. There were almost immediate backlashes against Muslims... even ones who'd been living in the country all of their lives! Various Islamic organizations in the U.S. denounced the tragedy as acts of violence perpetrated by evil-minded indivi...