(Welcome back to Bridget's world. For thos of you who are unfamiliar with her, Bridget is an Irish tavern girl who became a vampire in the mid 16th Century. Authors make changes to the basic vampire mythos as they like. My changes? The most important one, is that vampires continue to be the person they were in life; soul and all. Although they must drink bl...
I do again apologize for any grammatical mistakes or wrong words, I self edit and things do slip by me. Once again thanx for all the support. The Reverendaholic ------------------ Next thing I know Vivian is on the bed. Clothed chest pressed against my back. Her hands on my ass, pushing forward. "Oh fuck." I can feel her hips moving forward with mine. Re...
"Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em all!" Jim Peel sat in the burger bar almost shaking with the frustrations and rage that had built up over the years. "Sick of everything! Sick of everything!" He was a loner, never really had the ability to relate or empathize with others and had never really tried. "People are shit!" was a phrase he used often. He was married,...
Rouran Metil strode through the halls of the Noble Hearth, the main administrative building in Tia Vashil. Built with Guild funds at the apex of the Sorcerers' majesty and might, it was a building full of flying buttresses that arced in impossible angles. The main hall had a free standing dome over it, although it was not a particularly large space since it...
{Chapter 6 Black As Night} "Fire is being contained." Came the static-y voice from the other side of the radio. "Any sign of arson?" Someone else on the channel asked. After a static-y 'no' came through the line, Jessie turned off the radio. "How on earth could the house catch on fire? There was nothing left for that to happen....it has to be arson...may...
Night had the city by the throat, its grip a ferocious cold that gloved the spires of the churches. The frost rattled the slates like hailstone, it slowed the wind to a gentle walk and dried the streets to dusty whisperings that danced with the knife-like breeze. The cold and early January drove people off the streets, not even hardened clubbers ventured abr...
The time has come for me to stop hiding. I must resume my nightly hunt for that which I crave. My name is Patricia Atkinson. I am a Vampire. A long time ago, I became one of the Undead. Yes, Vampires do exist. We live among you and no one suspects our existence. That's the way we like it. I live in a nice townhouse in the Back Bay neighborhood of the city of...
Ever noticed how some people just don't read signs and seem to totally ignore the simplest instructions. Then they wonder what went wrong and why are they in an embarrassing situation? The camping place I go to has communal showers, and they're truly communal. There's only the one building and it's unisex. As a sop to prudes there are a set of rules. There'...
The morning of Christmas Eve showed some promise of ending the snow storm. For awhile the sun was even out and brightly shining, but it apparently wouldn't last. More snow expected for later this evening, according to the weather report. Still, since there was sunshine for the moment, the odds of another Shadow attack soon were remote at best. Most Shadow...
Author's note: this is my homage to Robert E. Howard's Conan stories, and also to some of the pastiches stories published over the years. I read them back in high school. Recently, I came across Modiphius Publishing's new 'Conan, Adventures in An Age Undreamed Of' role-playing gaming. It inspired me to go back, read REH's original stories, and begin writing...