"Good morning..." For the first time he woke in a bed with a non-human, most of all, ANY lover. A green, shortstack goblin girl lay next to him, the same girl that welcomed him to this hidden village, and laying with him after the celebrations. He leaned and kissed her purple lips, hugging her plump, curvy green form. "How are you humie?" She spoke gently...
As if truly seeing myself for the first time, I had an epiphany while staring at myself in the mirror as to why I write. "Why do I write?" I'm Susan Jill Parker, my real name, and I'm a writer. Yet, I'm not just any writer. I don't write non-fiction, something that most writers write. Matter of fact, did you know that 95% of everything published in the wor...
Some may remember sitting in a dark room, watching Rod Serling's "Night Gallery." Each episode began with an unusual painting, about which Mr. Serling would deliver a brief monolog, perhaps something like this: "Consider, if you will, one of the most well-known and oft-copied works of a man named Henry, scholar, man of the cloth, and self-taught painter of...
Another tale of the turbulent times during and following the Civil War. Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are requested and very much appreciated. Thank you for taking time to read and comment on my story. ******************** "He was a hell of a man in his day," Marshal John Tillman motioned toward Elwood T. Sloan who was slowly walking down...
Mauritius Indian Ocean RAVEN CASSIDY AND SAGE GREYSON step through the doorway into a brightly lit and very large room filled with electronic equipment and video screens. At the opposite end stand two figures looking straight at the two agents. When Cassidy and Greyson see them they instantly raise their weapons up at them. "I suggest you reconsider," the...
The mist was still lapping up against the bows of The Wizard's Despair bringing an evil chill with it. Inside the Captain's cabin Wanda surveyed the carnage. The cross to which she had been strapped had numerous sweat marks from where her back had rested against it. The wall above the hearth was still stained with the mackerel rich semen that had sprayed fro...
This is a crime thriller, and like all good crime thrillers the ending isn't always as we want it to be. I love writing about characters, and I hope you have enjoyed reading about them. Definition of a Sociopath – someone unconcerned about the adverse consequences for others of one's actions and with a total lack of moral compass. * The crowds stood aroun...
That was all Freddy needed to react. He burst out of the bed, to the door way, and up to the stairwell. The sconces lining the stairwell flickered, and went out as a cold rush of air passed through Freddy. Downstairs, he saw the light flicker, grow dimmer, and flicker again. Finally, there were only stairwells descending into absolute darkness. "No, hell...
Château d'espoir Singapore ALARMS SUDDENLY CUT ON BLARING LOUDLY throughout the large estate. Martin Sternigan, head of the Black List, is out of bed and on his feet in seconds. A moment later his door is thrown open. "Mater Sternigan!" the woman shouts. "We're under attack!" "By whom?" he asks calmly as he begins dressing. "Not sure yet sir, but the un...
Author's Note: This chapter deals largely with the power dynamic between master and slave as they flee the city. The next chapter, coming soon, will feature the dark deeds within the realm that they are journeying to 😊 ***** It was still three hours before dawn when they stole out the dark alleyway. "Come slave, it is three hours' ride to the gate. We mu...