Sam shuffled the crumbed paper in his hands for the hundredth time as he waited at the corner of the boarded up bookmakers across the badly lit street from the Sports bar. The printout didn't tell him anything he didn't already know, he'd read it so often that he could remember it all. But he had a habit of re-reading things to see if he could get any more i...
Chapter 9: Jasiri The cloudy first days of winter were now upon them. It was constantly snowing, and Jasiri would have liked to have Shaped together some sturdier winter clothing to protect them against the cold. He'd seen some excellent designs in Lawrence's memories that gave him a million ideas; but Lawrence's firm instructions not to use Shaping were s...
LXXXVII The Food of Love Iris 2062 The demo wasn't originally going to be anything more than a protest. It was meant to be just one of the many other demonstrations that had grown steadily in number and frequency and extent over the last few weeks. The banners were unfurled. The paraphernalia of protest such as masks, tents and protective padding were all...
Short Story. Warning: Contains Lesbian Non-Consent. You were warned. ***** Gytha sat on her queen sized bed and admired the sheer opulence of her new quarters. The castle she now occupied had been taken with ease just that morning, and even as she sat here thousands of the Matriarchy's Amazon warriors were spilling into the lightly defended heartland of...
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 Eight -- The Student Danka and her fellow initiates eagerly awaited the Fall Equinox, when they would give up the title of "Initiate" and become fully accepted members of the Cult of the Ancients. To mark the change in their status, they would wear the Cult of the Ancients' skull on their formal outfits. They handed over their dresses and tunics to...
Chapter 9 - Two conversations The following morning, to the surprise of everyone in the English literature course, "Mr. Know-it-all" sat next to the girl who had pinned him with that nick-name. Of course, the rest of the class and the professor had no way of knowing what had happened between Mike and Ruthie over the weekend and had incorrectly assumed that...
Only the Ancient Ones remember the days before the Dead Things started to rise. The old ones remember a time when the world was very different, before food became scarce, the skies went dark, and when the world was teeming with humans. The supposedly magically wonderful time before the dark times. To the young, these supposedly great times sound far-fetched...
-This is a story set in a future dystopian society, a society in which there are way more women than men. The first few chapters basically builds a backstory. If you don't want to be confused later on about different things, please read patiently. Keep in mind that no one in the Academy, both male and female, is below the age of 18. Any younger children ment...
She came walking into my room, her steps long and slow. I hadn't really thought about it before, but she moved in a decisive, strong, capable way. There were no uncertainties, she seemed to know exactly where she was going and what she was doing, every step of the way. I couldn't help taking a second and a third look at her, because I realized she had someho...