If one was to look up the word "suburbia" in a dictionary there would simply be a picture of Chamberlain Close. It was indeed the very definition of middle class respectability, the sort of place where an unkempt front lawn would make one a social pariah. Range Rovers were dutifully washed every Sunday morning, Songs of Praise was watched every Sunday night...
A hush fell across the supplicants in the throne room when the giant doors unexpectedly swung open and the Captain of the King's Sentinels entered the hall. Tradition dictated that the doors remain closed once petitioners had been admitted, and supplicants were allowed to leave only when the King had heard and judged every dispute and request brought before...
London, June 12, 1804 Honorable Sir! It has come as a great surprise to hear from You after such a long time. Fourteen years in all, if I am not mistaken. How very cheeky of You to even suggest I might not remember You any longer! However, as I am certain You are well aware, I am married now. I have children of my own, am very happy and settled in my life...
On the eve of September 29th, 1938, British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain entered his hotel room exhausted. He had just returned from a secret, day-long deliberation in Munich, where he and a group of powerful world leaders had drafted "The Munich Agreement," a settlement which promised to return the Sudetenland to Germany — and hopefully avoid war in t...
"The Dark Crystal" is trademark of Jim Henson. WARNING: ADULTS ONLY! Contains Yuri/Lesbian content. WELCOME TO MY SCREWY WORLD KIDS! HA HA HA HA HA!!! --- It all started thousands of years ago. The crystal cracked and two races appear, the evil Skeksis and the kind UrRu mystics. It happened one fateful day, the crystal cracked, and a single and special...
The Chateau de Charenton was a place unlike any Dorée had ever known. It was not simply the luxury of the setting nor the licentiousness of the inhabitants. It was not even the power she saw displayed on a daily basis by the Duc and his guests. It was the way in which everyone, even the servants, played shifting roles in an immense and complex game of erotic...
"Please, Master Oringel, you've got to help me! It's the chamberlain, he's going to kill me!" I guess I should have known better than to ask a wizard for help, but all those time I'd seen him down in the servant's quarters, drinking with the rest of us late into the evening, he never seemed all that different than anyone else. Some claimed he was rather fri...
--- Chapter 7 --- As I buttoned up my shirt, I could hear a pair of footsteps ascending the stairs. Maybe things with Nikelle weren't quite over yet after all. "Come back for another round?" I began to turn, but as I did, a hand grabbed me by the throat and slammed my face down on top of a crate. My vision swam and I flailed about wildly for a moment, but...
William de Mort rode his powerful black charger at the head of his caravan. His eyes fixed on a castle that dominated the lush green valley. The castle's tall rectangular keep sat secure behind a stone ring of imposing fortifications. Still, the young Baron felt unimpressed and slammed his inheritance. "To think I inherited this... No wonder they call f...
Chapter 14: Castle Rollingrock Author's note: The following was inspired by Chapter 6 of this chain, "Falling's Follies" by Skip1934a. As with all the other chapters, the characters were pulled from the online personas of volunteer members of the Author's Hangout (with a touch of real life descriptions and such), but their actions, activities, and words are...