The drizzle was slowly but surely soaking her and making navigating a bicycle over the "kinderkopjes", the granites cobble stones like round children's skulls, of the small streets of the old Dutch university town, a dangerous affair. One too rash move would have her sliding. Nevertheless, Maartje almost willed her bicycle forward and peddled as fast as she...
The sun was just over the tips of the trees, and the scent of pine was thick in the air. Birds sang and water splashed as a frog hopped into a pond. This was the tail-end of summer in Þickbaum, when the air was cool but not as frigid as it would be in winter, the snow was just a thin sheet on the ground, and the lakes and ponds hadn't frozen over yet. This...
Once Upon a time in a long lost kingdom, all the way back in history to the knights of the round table there lived a knight who was bold, brave and very handsome. In that same kingdom there lived a young widow with three children who was courageous, bold and daring. This young widow used her healing arts to help the poor women and children of her village and...
Mr. Stephen KingRural Road 1New Hampshire, USA Dear Mr. King, My friend Becky said she knew you and I entered this story contest but I didn't win anything so I thought I would send you my story. They didn't even give me any feed back. Could you please criticize it for me? By the way, I learned in my writing class that you should always edit a story before...
Only those who believe in the supernatural will ever have encounters with it. Nonbelievers will continue their days as usual, while those who look for it will peer into unexplainable mysteries. The Curse of the Gifted is one such thing. In the year 1917, an accident in an allied ship around the pacific islands resulted in its entire crew being lost to the se...
Note: This is an entirely casual series of fantastical, erotic "fairy tales", with the framing device being a group of late-night taverngoers with little else to do. The previous installments are, in order, "The Riddling Sprite" and "The Queen's Lesson". ~~~~ ~~~~ The doorbell of the Grim Harvest Inn gave that tinny, rusted clang it had taken to giving of...
Dear Diary, I have always been an avid reader. I love engaging my mind, traveling to different places, experiencing different points of views, starting and completing the journey through the eyes of beloved characters. However, I never understood the folktale of Bluebeard's wives until now. As a sheltered teenager, it seemed asinine for the wife to become...
I was not sure that I wanted to be alive after having seven loads of semen pumped in to my belly, especially not after seeing the look in Withers' eyes. I knew that his heart was broken, that he could no longer look at me as a clean, white plate; now, I was dirty and soon to be chipped and ignored. And he would ignore me. I had lost something more important...
The tension in the room was thick as wood. I stood there hoping that you wouldn't believe the horrible things I had just said to you. How could I be so cruel. My heart told me to reach out and grab you, hold you in my arms, and tell you that I was sorry. My pride, on the other hand, wanted you to hurt the way I did. We never fought like this. Why was tonight...
Chapter 17: Tom Thumb Once upon a time in a forest owned by King Author the mighty magician Merlin was roaming disguised as a beggar. He tarried to hear a woman cry about being barren, "Alas why have I no child, I'd gladly be happy with one no bigger than my thumb." This thought intrigued Merlin who many considered more scamp than magician and he came up...