It was a discovery of enormous magnitude and considering the quakes that would reverberate through the literary community it caught the interest of many scholars. The investigation went on for weeks as biographers, anthropologists and sex therapists wandered through the mud deep into the woods to a tiny shack, to the tiny shack. Once there they studied the w...
Caras the Lecherous cleric sat in the usual corner of the tavern where he always sat to get the best view of the place. In his lap was an invention of his own, the wank-tent, which was exactly what it sounded like. His 10 inch, wrist thick penis was at full mast underneath it as he observed the serving wenches bustle back and froth in their relatively low cu...
Chapter 1. To the Country “Hey Jim,” dad called, “you’ve got an invitation from Cleo to go and spend some time at Ivy Cottage.” “What? Why’s she inviting me?” “Oh, the last time I wrote I mentioned you were going to do a course in agriculture, so she’s written – well, here’s the letter, you read it.” Sure enough it was an invitation and part of it read,...
There is something about the rain that awakens something deep within me. It effects my emotions, my demeanor.....the very essence of my being. It begins from the moment that scent is in the air. That metallic, yet sweet smell......the one that tells not only the most seasoned of farmers that a "storm's a brewin'" but also the most sheltered of upper crust in...
My birthday had came. I just turned 36. Got up in the morning and no one said happy birthday. Noon came and someone read the calendar and noticed it was my birthday. I said not to remind my husband as I wanted to see if he truly remembered. Noon came and went. Then at 2:00 the phone rang. It was him. I waited for him to say it. He told me to come out to the...
The sun rose over the land of Thrace. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Tecmessa was restless under her tent. She had been having dreams again. Strange dreams. She was afraid of them. These were dreams that would get her into trouble if the others found out about them. She was dreaming of a strange man she felt was destined to become her lo...
“You’ve finally come!” Brittanya was sitting by the cliff, admiring the view of Beldem. Though there wasn’t much to see, it was still a pretty sight from time to time. The small hut-like houses were beautifully lit by the full moon and by the numerous stars, and the chilling breeze gave the trees of the town a peaceful motion. Her legs hanging from the edge...
The settlers' third winter on the edge of our land was harsh, the river starting to freeze, the ground too frozen for root digging. I reported to my father that the white settlers fared less well and time for a new treaty. They'd arrived midsummer, wearied by the ocean from the "Old World". They sought friendship but difficulties arose since they now hunt o...
This is my Mission Impossible: a story limited to 750 words, tackling two issues with which I have a strong personal connection. An upfront warning -- this is a very dark story indeed so if that's not your thing, please move on. There is no BTB ending either. Unless you've been living in a cocoon, you probably know that much of eastern Australia is devasta...
The following story is an alternative historical one set in its own universe similar to our own but far better in my opinion. This is the first of many others I will write. Set in 1444 in a place called Cypress Mountain which consisted of a large village of hard-working people and a large castle ruled by a king and queen. Surrounding the area was green gras...