2 Making A Dress of Cotton and One of Hemp "There are ruminations and guesses at what the Forgotten Lands used to look like before the God's War. From what few ruins can be found, vast cities of advanced technological construction seem to be a recurring theme, and while one can make certain logical assumptions about how these advances were achieved, no one...
Chapter 11 – The Dragon's Child "The dark pulse of magic pounded against corroded veins, throwing vestigial light over the gaping abyss of the shattered city, rent stone and broken men. Born to the shell of a human laid the soul of the only agent powerful enough to challenge the gods themselves; the small and the great alike took notice as it slithered thr...
VI Felicia Felicia never liked to think about struggles as something that couldn't be overcome in some way-- whether by determination or intelligence, but as a woman, she had learned that not every answer could fit neatly into one of those two categories. When her mother had died, her father had taken to the bottle and Felicia, being the only child, had be...
Tim and Cash had been great friends since they were in high school, eventually even serving as best men at one another's weddings. After they'd both been married for a couple of years, they decided it would be fun to go on a vacation to Hawaii together with the wives. On many levels, Tim was very pleased with his wife. She was hot, easy to get along with, an...
"What did 'The Chef' say, Mom?" Her mother smiled then said, "Look at you. Ten years old and worrying about your mother." She gave her daughter a hug and said, "Just one more reason for me to love you so much!" Her daughter returned the hug then said, "Nice try, Mom. Now tell me what he said." "Persistent, too." Her daughter, Charity, crossed her arms,...
"Do you think they would mind some company?" Rochelle asked. "A live cock is always better than this." she grinned waving the damp jelly cock. Felicia picked up the toy and set it on the night table. "I don't know, we've...I mean Dot and I...we've never..." "Have you thought about it?" Felicia didn't answer. Of course she had thought about it lots of time...
Every time he gripped a webline, every time his fingers extended to clutch a wall and haul him up a building, Peter felt the ring on his finger. And he knew that there was another, just like it, on Mary Jane's finger. He goddamn loved it. He was going to be a good husband, a good man, one day—a good father. Another flick of his wrist; he let momentum whip h...
"Today's the day," Jabir Osman said to himself as he leaned on his cane while walking to the Notre Dame Cemetery in Vanier, Ontario. After getting off the bus, he walked the few blocks to the cemetery at a slow pace, holding the flowers he'd purchased at a small floral shop in neighboring Beech Wood. It was a bright sunny day, and a bit cold. The seventh of...
Mathew Guntherson sat on an over turned hay wagon. He looked down at the sword in one hand and his open faced helm in the other. The drying hobgoblin blood hid the elfish runes carved down the center of his sword. To be in fact you couldn't tell if the sword was a fine elfin made blade or cheap imitation from all the green blood. Mathew allowed his eyes to t...
"In Australia we keep our refugees on Easter Island." Said Lana, the tall dark haired Aussie to Jonathan's right. "That sounds fascinating!" He said in reply. The truth was, Jonathan really didn't care, he had come to Vancouver to represent his tiny Caribbean island's government at a conference. That being said, the very tall Lana with her wide hips and la...