Author's Note: I know it's weird to put a foreword on a third chapter of an ongoing series, but I feel it might be necessary in this case. Some "untoward" violence happens to more and more characters as this story goes along, so I feel I should warn any unwary readers who might stumble upon this tale of horror. If you're familiar with the Hammer Horror movie...
“Jane, you know how I feel, I don’t know what else I can say to convince you of my sincerity in this matter.” “Lee, I know that right now you think that you know what you really want but you need to sit back and ask yourself why you feel this way before you make a promise you probably won’t keep or be able to keep,” she typed in her message box. Jane had b...
"40 – 30." Even before she announced the score I knew I was down match point. I also knew she was going to hit her wicked lefty slice serve out wide again. I'd swung at it for two sets now, and even after seeing it so many times I still seemed to catch the ball on the end of my racket as it arced away from me. Every time. Though my backhand return had been...
iv. Ofelia stayed with Kenneth until nearly midnight. He lived farther from her apartment than Daniel did, and it was nearly twelve-thirty when she finally got home. Dominga was up, and Ofelia knew instantly that there was something wrong, something other than the fact that she was late, or that her mom knew what she had been doing with that beautiful young...
by Phillip Johnson Chapter One Hundred Thirty Nine Wendy and Anita had talked about the line up of prospective buyers, and what Mitch thought would be the best way to handle them, and Wendy called Rae and shared that information with her. Beth and Ovid Colliers were the first couple late Saturday morning, and Anita was dressed in more conservative short...
He was a young boy when he had ran away from the castle. Men of thirteen years old were already fighting in battles but he knew nothing of yielding a sword. He didn't know where he was going. Just away from the taunts and the constant torments of an unrequited love and a truly unsympathetic life. He was allowed to learn side by side his persecutor, and he wa...
Quick vignette that wandered into my head uninvited. I hope it isn't entirely terrible. Do vote and comment. Thanks to my beta reader KatieTay. * * It was still mostly dark outside. The promise of daybreak teased the sky and the canopy of night frayed around the edges with the merest glimpse of the new day. The couple curled up in the sheets kissed hungr...
Cassidy stirred slowly, one sense awakening at a time. It was a smell that had roused her, a sweet and pleasant smell that reminded her of summer at her childhood cabin on Lake Michigan. It smelled like wet earth and cool night air. As the smell wrapped itself around her, her other senses emerged. She heard pounding music and loud voices, though the sounds w...
Sara's sensual investigation continues. Please find some time to read the first four parts of the first Phase . . . "I was captivated by a beauty this afternoon Mistress Cora." My Mistress was standing over me as she removed the harness from her waist, "Tell me about your afternoon then Angelica." I shared the minor details of my visit to the two lesbians...
by Buck Maelstrom and Ms. Manners With a Whip It was still dark when Mark Danielson pushed aside the screen door of his condo and stepped out on the porch. A salty mist filled the air. The late September air had a hint of autumn in it, and he stood, leaning on the railing, as the sound of curlews filled the air. As he stared out at the bay, barefoot in je...