Hey everybody! This is part two, I'm gonna take a break from Slave Travels after this one to work on MMFR. This one is a little more dialogue heavy so I apologize if that's gonna bug you. Also this one is like, a lot weirder, so just be prepared for that. Enjoy! ***** I woke up barely conscious, my head swaying from side to side. All I could see were grass...
Authors Note: I do apologize to everyone who's been eagerly awaiting my newest installment. I've had a bit of writers block and general nuisances of daily life as well as being sans an editor tends to slow me down. Hoping to bring you better quality writing in the chapters to come, so bear with me, and I appreciate your support. ***** Her first night with...
The trail's steps were wide thankfully, but encrusted as they were with ice, we still needed to be careful with our footing. Belethor was honest about his staves, no matter how expensive he priced them, they were keeping us warm as we climbed. There were a few wolves, but so far no trolls. Another plinth appeared around the bend. I still didn't know how the...
Dedicated to Guitar Girl...who wouldn't let Adeeana be lost forever. Thank you! The palace room was dark except for the last bits of sunlight that filtered through the window. The only furnishings were a small inn table, an unused lamp , and a hospital bed. The sound of beeping monitors and the soft clicking of the breathing machine set like war drums in th...
Really short scene of action at the end of the story. I didn't think that a big one fit well within the story line here. A lot of other kinds of action though, and some plot development which (I guess) needs to be done ; ). For those of you disappointed in the relationship between Celeste and Brian, I want to tell you right now that this is not a love st...
Summary: Maybe Serene should think twice before calling on a demon to satisfy her own selfish needs, especially when she can't watch her mouth... This story is dedicated to a very special person in my life. You'll always be my Angel, and I'm sorry if sometimes I make your life hell. Happy birthday Author's Note -- I just want to say, thank everyone for th...
Tom awoke the next morning to an empty bed. Eyes opening upon the ceiling, he immediately recalled his dream from the night before. I've dreamt about Ms. Lione a lot, but never in greater detail than that, he marveled to himself. I better write this one down before I forget it. Rolling over, Tom noticed an unfamiliar nightstand and paused. Dumbfounded, h...
By Dan57 and Cih A Canadian reporter wanted to live as a Dalit woman Note from the writer : Cih is a new correspondent who asked for a totally different story with a European girl wishing to share the life of the poorest and most despised people in India without the support of a very powerful man such as prince Kyrhan. That was a challenge I happily embrac...
Spring had come early something else I noticed about Thomas. He was a gardener anything he touched grew into massive floral bouquets. Sitting out on the porch as we read about our next case. The greenery shaded us beautifully. Glancing at the names on the tops of the bio's it didn't ring a bell. Looking at the stats never gave much information. That would c...
Kimmy Green sat perched atop Disneyland's giant Ferris wheel having the time of her life. As the perky young brunette leaned forward in her gondola and surveyed the magical scene that lay beneath her feet she thought about how fast her life had changed. Two weeks ago she could never have imagined being in Anaheim. She had been working at the public library i...