"Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in handFor the world's more full of weeping than you can understand." -WB Yeats, "The Stolen Child" *** William didn't tell anyone that the baby spoke to him. Who would believe it? Instead he ran away. His parents would probably be angry, but what else could he do? The Menskrs had li...
All characters 18+. ****** Five hundred years have passed since the great coven war that devastated the mystical world. Those that remained after the fog of war lifted set out to ensure that never again would their kind be put on the edge of extinction. Creating the beings that would later become known as gargoyles, created from the elements of air and ear...
The first of the classic erotic trilogy of Sleeping Beauty Written by A.N. Roquelaure, a.k.a. Anne Rice Sleeping Beauty, within the fairy tale itself, stokes one’s imagination into a realm of fantasy. The genre of fairy tales in themselves invite readers into a fantasy world in which dreams can be expanded ... re-enacted through the characters within in. We...
Morrigan shifts in her seat. She hears laughter around her. As usual she is not joining in. "Patrick! You are so bad." Noel giggles. "I'm just saying, my cock is a thing of beauty and magnificence. What if the pretty fairy girl can't handle it?" "Oh yes Patrick, my darling husband, sometimes I cannot handle the splendor of it all." Joy says with a roll of...
Chapter 1 She walked into the room, wearing all black. No one had seen her before. That was not unusual, everyone in this class was new. Professor Anthony Sadore watched her. This was not his first time teaching Mythology if the eighteenth century. However, he had never seen any female like her. She sat in the front row, her eyes hidden behind a dark pair o...
"The biggest tits on Campus; I guarantee!" sneered the filthy-looking Satyr as he handed over the small, glass bottle. Catalina gingerly dropped the 100$ bill into his calloused hand. She wasn't surprised as he skittered out of sight down the gloomy alley, clutching his prize and snickering to himself. And he probably should snicker; what the desperate soph...
Mark had always had a fascination with fairies. He had read many different legends about them and mostly they appeared to be very peaceful creatures. One night he was up late on his computer and he stumbled across a website that had a way to summon a fairy. He didn't take it too seriously as he read it. It didn't give him much detail about what they did or...
Douglas Martin wiped the sweat form his brow and surveyed his work as he stood in the middle of his basement. Moving all those boxes from his attic by himself had taken him considerably longer than he wanted and as a result, worked up quite a sweat. Douglas reached under his shirt and brought it to his face to dab at his eyebrows a bit. The basement was sma...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***** I was sitting outside Marco's uncle's café in Naples late on a balmy summer evening. Marc...
The locator panel displayed the elevator's slow descent and apparent pause at each floor. At 7pm, the last shift change had occurred and those employees of the Children's Hospital, who had just completed their work day, were making a hasty exodus from the building. As the elevator's doors opened, the rush of people poured through the exit barely noticing the...