*** Part 1 - Controlling the Flow *** *Pivot's General wears silver hair well.* Aimee mused, leaning back in her chair. She let her gaze travel up and down the man as he paced on the podium in front of them. *People talk about General Auspus being handsome, but Pivot's General is handsome too, in his own way. I actually like his look better, the mature look...
I had planned for days. Each and every course was perfectly thought out, tied together with the next course by a mutual taste sensation. The execution would be flawless; the presentation immaculate. She would be well pleased. I pulled the chicken from the oven and inhaled the steam wafting toward my face - a mixture of rosemary and honey; tantalizing. I ima...
Prologue The year is 2246; a yet unknown man comes to power in the country of Ethiopia. No one pays much attention to this, due to most countries in that part of the world being in a constant state of war. After the third and fourth world wars, Africa was ignored completely by the other countries of the world. The continent wasn't viewed as a threat because...
The feel of cold and damp floors under foot. The chill of the damp air skittering across my skin. The moans and cries of the damned sound in my ears. The feel of a heavy wooden door under my fingers. The voices of a pair of guards whom I quickly dismiss after they open the door. The warm brown eyes that meet me set my heart to racing. His face is young but...
Preface In the face of war, environmental degradation, and population collapse, many could only survive by selling themselves and their children to those who controlled enough resources to stave off certain death. As centuries passed, although the earth healed, remnants of humanity continued to live in isolated outposts where the slavery system became ever...
"Holy shit," Kara yelled. "Are you reading this?" Jo looked at the poster that was the object of Kara's attention. "Yeah. That sounds awesome!" The girls, walking home from a day of college classes, had been distracted by the small poster for an adult themed haunted house that was being run by one of the college fraternities as a fund-raiser for a local ch...
Survivors of the Battle of Kenniford swore that as bad as this battle had been, the dreadful defense of the town of Ruromel had been worse, but Rowan was not at all sure. Only the deadly accurate missile fire of the goblin slingers had kept the sides of the battle-line clear enough to allow the flanking cavalry archers the freedom to sweep the opposing Eorfl...
From an idea by my gorgeous friend Dee Debbie had gathered her three daughters for a small party to celebrate the third anniversary of the invasion of their home in South England by a gang of kidnappers led by Abbie. The four men had been quite surprised to discover that instead of four shrieking, screaming and crying victims, they faced a close knit grou...
(This story was created at work with a fellow supervisor's creative imagination and my own. He created the demon, I created its tale. Written for Lucus. Thanks for the fun Luke) Kiss of Death (1) The Interview Begins "We're still not sure what caused his insanity but he is as humble and intelligent as ever. He still cannot be trusted though in a spark of...
Thank you for selecting this little story. I trust you find it pleasant and not too gory. Happy I if it draws a hand Down to cock or cunny, Or, gentle Reader, were it deemed to be Dead Funny. * The events which so greatly affected the course of my existence occurred not long after I had attained my nineteenth year. My father, Sir Thomas Martham, was the g...