The darkness and silence remained, but it was different. It felt lighter. She could sense air and wind; she could smell a faint lilting fragrance that was perhaps lilies. Her favourite flower. The first thing that came to her mind then was that she was laying on the softest down bed ever known to mankind. El opened her eyes, relieved that she could still...
This is my second story and I wanted to try something different. I just hope that I'm on the right path for where my writing is going. The length of this story compared to my other one is completely different and I really like how it came out. This one came out with no trouble whereas I had to almost force myself to finish the first story I wrote. As far as...
Liz couldn't quite place the time when she first heard about De-el, the myth of the wandering demi-god trying to get home. No, demi-god wasn't quite right, nor was super-human, or demon or anything really; his stories were of wander-lust, and freedom and sometimes straight-up lust. The myths and stories that surrounded him were at least consistent in their...
Prologo .- ¡Nos vamos de viaje! Fue lo que nos dijo mi amiga Eve aquella mañana. .- Una vieja amiga me ha invitado a su boda, me ha dado tres invitaciones, e inmediatamente supe que quería ir con ustedes. Conocía a Miranda y Eve desde hace casi dos años, habíamos sido compañeros en el trabajo, y después, por razones del destino terminamos viviendo en el mism...
Copyright © 2015 Naoko Smith This is a re-edited version of Chapter 1. (I added to the chapter, and also cut it in half and put half after Chapter 2.) Thank you so much for the feedback, which I'm working hard to take on board. Please leave comments for me. Thank you! (Diolch.) Lady Arianna el Jien van Sietter opened her round blue eyes and stared dream...
Maybelline Bigsby stood on her front porch, listening out for Lee "El" Jr's car. Summer was almost over, and whatever business an eighteen year old college boy got up to left El little time for his home or mama. He promised he'd slow his rambling long enough to visit today. Now the daylight was waning, and May didn't hear so much as a hint of El's missing m...
Several authors are coming out with stories based on three songs by Marty Robbins: El Paso, Faleena and El Paso City. The story titles will be: "El Paso - author's name" e.g. "El Paso – Jake Rivers" This is a follow on to our first "invitational" in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is continui...
(Note: This is my first try at writing something for Literotica. Any feedback is appreciated.) * "I'm serious!" I say to my best friend at the bar. "No you're not Clare. You're just making it up." El says to me drinking more of her vodka coke. "Come on, let's go find a seat." Her shoulder length curly black hair bounces as she walks. She's wearing a nice...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FeIDJ5GuCA&list=PLBEDA635397C23509&index=11 Es una tranquila tarde en el Wookie Peludo, tu cantina habitual de Naar Shada, en donde te relajas un poco de todo el ajetreo que está teniendo la guerra, Alderaan ha sido destruído y la estrella de la muerte ha sufrido un golpe fatal por los rebeldes Y eso hace que los cont...
Please leave comments for me. Thank you! (Diolch.) ***** Commander-Lord Clair el Maien van Sietter opened his slanted grey eyes and stared dreamily across his floor. Dim light through his curtains glinted on a china statue of a Northern peasant girl which Tashka had brought back for him the previous spring from P'shan. Her china smile and the bright glaze...