{Like happens so often, there really is no catagory that fits well the writings I offer, but I am an old man now, soon to be 70. So "mature" is what I use. The year here is from 1965.} +++ So many times as a child, then a young man, I walked the few short miles down to the small hill. There was a tall chain link fence at the bottom of the hill, I could ha...
Billy looked to the stars, to the full moon hanging above. She sighed, what a come down after a truly wonderful night. She had been to the annual Halloween Festival at the old Glastonbury hall. Goblins drank blood red punch with lofty spirits. Ghouls ate crispy finger foods with Witches. Wizards floated on the dance floor with beautiful deathly visions. A ca...
Two young nineteen year-old kids are running the streets dressed like a rough and tumble thirties thug and his sexy gangster girlfriend in the boy's 1985 Caprice -- they're living the Halloween dream, pretending they're other people while they tramp around town. If her father saw them together he'd probably go nuts and run them off the road. But he'll never...
Amongst the flames, their images stood, their skin deep red, tight, hard, defining every muscle in their bodies. In that aspect they looked almost human, and if the flames rose just right you could see them as just that, a man and woman separated by the fire. But on closer inspection, there were things that were just not right. Grown from their shoulder blad...
Upon the earth, the year is 1814. Here, there are no years. The newcomer walks amidst the fiery clouds and tortured souls; even in death retaining his noble bearing. Comte Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade, although quite aghast to discover that Hell did, indeed, exist (to say nothing of Heaven, a place whose existence he so contemptuously denied), smiled i...
In the second circle of hell, on one of the minor planes named Vitae, ruled the succubus Rathae. She had her plane divided into nine districts, each governed by a weaker succubus. Rathae was considered influential through her dimension, but in actuality, the demoness's domain belonged to an even bigger hierarchy of minor planes that made up a larger plane ca...
FAWC 2: Spilling the Seed (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingre...
"What is all this blathering disquietude?" Grabbing my candle, I vacate my tree stump to go investigate. As I near the stone pier I pause and a slow sanguine smile begins to cross my lips. There are hundreds of souls, gathering there. No even more than that perhaps as more seem to be arriving as I watch. They look to my light but unlike the majority of the...
Mystic Shadow came back to reality from her memories listening to the High Councils words. "The High Priestess will reside here to protect the pregnancy of our royal couple for when the dark side hears of it they will try to terminate the Childs birth." The High council ordered. Cheyenne told the council that if she was to stay so must her family. She need...
Born in the darkness that is the underworld, taught to behave as a helper to those who expedite death, I wonder what it will be like to be here for centuries more, even though nearly one has passed, and I have not aged past my 21st birthday. My name is Kalliope. I work for my lord Iacchus, ruler of the shadows, who just happens to be my father. I help my men...