This is a continuation from Chapter One, which is heavily filled with plot. I recommend starting at the beginning. Some elements of the story's "history" are loosely based on a book series by Elizabeth Hayden. ***** IXCHOL Ixchol waited through the night, his dragon senses making note of every breath, every slight stirring of Amaria's body in his bed....
~Chapter 1 Eliza awoke with a groan, everything hurt, from her tender bum to her sore throat and everything in between. Matters weren't made any better with just how filthy, heavy, and nauseated she felt. She groaned, tried to sit-up, and immediately regretted it as the world began to spin about her. She fell onto her back with a groan, waited a moment, and...
(FICTION ONLY) SOLUTION to military brainstorm - create a "Breeding Farm" while solving the reproduction issue that's lingering globally. Make money and ensure new babies are born to only the "rich and famous" (aka...best "genes"..as it's survival of the fittest out there!) in the world's society. This IDEA came from Military and Global Leaders. It was a c...
The Ulleann Pipes are real and the music that comes from these simple reeds and covered or uncovered finger-holes is haunting. Some of the pieces still claw at my soul. Here are YouTube titles, for those that want to hear such music for yourselves: Davy Spillane - Caoineadh Cu Chulainn Uilleann Pipes.flv I am asleep (Air) & The Clumsy Lover (Reel) Uilleann...
The extermination was easy, all she had to do was rain fire upon the horde. These mindless creatures only needed to be crushed underfoot or burned to ash. Some would come and attempt to stop her but not even one lasted more than a second in her presence. *What a weak and pathetic species, how did they survive even a day?* She dispatched all the scarabs e...
"Don't you dare slam the -- Damn it, Jaycie!" Tim said. Jaycie sullenly swung her lanky frame into Tim's sleek Mercedes, her arms crossed in adolescent defense mode. Her pretty face was now distorted by passive aggression, her dark brows knit together as if to meet her delicately pouting lower lip. Tim was often reminded of her mother when she looked like...
The car shuddered, picking up a rock on the gravel road and tossing it into a heavily wooded forest that bordered closely on both sides. Starlight filtered through treetops, painting stippled shadows through crystal cold air. Theresa tapped her fingers against the aged leather of the steering wheel, mouthing words to the rhythm of an old love song blaring...
Author note: Cute winter tale about two lovely ladies on Christmas. I hope you all don't mind a Christmas story in the middle of July - I've been in the mood for carol singing lately (haha!). *** Part One: That's Not An Angel! The church was tiny and made up of old stone, inside it was quiet and held a brightly lit passage. What decorated the small span w...
It was much, much later. The debris of Luke's hatching was cleared away and he'd been bathed, fed again, and tucked into a slightly larger wicker basket that Dee had been using as a laundry basket. It was a fairly shallow oval, and a pretty good substitute for a crib – at least for now. "Thank you," Sys murmured, settling down on the pillows, tired but glow...
You wake up in the morning again, horny beyond all belief. Ever since you turned 19, a switch went off and you're just craving sex. You decide on a whim text your ex-boyfriend. He's usually good for at least some sexting, and it's been a little bit since you've reached out. He's probably been stroking himself to pictures or videos you two used to make. You...