A Hunt For Ogres The raven-haired girl Miriam did not leave Sleepy Glenn right away. A few days after Orin and his companions had gone, she wished she had done it. Miriam thought she had a decent, beginner's grasp of magic, based on what two old witches, one passed away, the other ancient but alive, had taught her over the last few years. After having witne...
Proofread by FernieLyn This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science...
Moe escorted me out of the restaurant, his sons trailing us. I was exhausted and full, I wanted to get back on the RV and take a nap. "Moe, do you think they'll find Marvin hiding down there?" He helped me get up the stairs as he thought about it. "I don't know. If he does something stupid, they might be able to find him. If he's smart and lays low, he coul...
Let me apologize it has taken me so long to get the next chapter up. Thank you to everyone sending their well wishes for my mum, my family and myself. All comments are appreciated, and I hope to get the next chapter up sooner. ~~~~~ I hear Rosy's distinctive footsteps in the hallway, light and quick, as she heads for the bathroom. Slowly everyone settle...
-Author's note- I'd like to apologize for my absence. I've had financial difficulties as well as a few difficulties in my writing. I'm having a hard time coming up with a meaningful conclusion to this story. I'd like to say that the story shouldn't end, but at this point I'm worried it might grow stale. Because it's the first story I've felt confident enough...
(The Theme of this story was determined by a fan who then secured XXXecil's services as a writer.) Part 5: The Greatest Sin "Let me get this straight, you believe that this airliner, this Flight 69 was the means by which Patient Zero escaped the Amazon?" remarked a joweled, bushy-browed general whose weathered skin and pock-marked face soured with uncertai...
The following was intended to be a part of “Angel Lost in the Dark – Chapter 7” but when it was finished I found it didn’t really work. Rather than throw it away entirely I decided to post it as a separate story. Angel (an amateur model) is telling Tom (an amateur photographer) the story as they sit around the kitchen table drinking wine. As you can tell...
This was my first novel, which I've dusted off after five years of neglect and presenting it to you now. There is a complicated plot involving loss of memory, innocence, guilt, deception and avoiding consequences of actions. There is basically a husband with 2 personalities and 2 loving wives; which one will win, and which f. There is a large cast too, so th...
She had moved to the mountain gradually. At first it was a weekend away camping in a tent on the north side of Harris Creek. The weekends turned into weeks, weeks into a month and when a month was no longer enough, she took a sabbatical from work for the summer. She never returned. She hadn't set out in life to be a recluse; the lullaby of the mountain, ho...
Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, comments and e-mails on my previous stories. It is always a pleasure to hear from you. Thanks to geekychick_76 and glynndah for their edits, comments and suggestions. Enjoy. ---------------------------------------- Zamath s'Ral hissed in satisfaction. Draining his goblet of Klamog blood, he ordered an...