As he returned with a towel to dry off her rain-soaked body, she set down her waterproof pack and surveyed the RV. "Nice ride," she commented, mentally approving of the style and décor he'd utilized to make the motor home feel like...well, home. She suddenly realized that he was staring at her, and she flushed hotly, realizing that she must look like a drown...
I pulled up my scarf. The wind over the dunes was picking up speed. A bad sign if I wanted to scout out anything. The wind brings the sand with it and if a full sandstorm rolled in, I would lose even more time. My name is Shaiq Alamar, but it would be better if you didn't know me. I'm not good company. I have dark black, destroyed hair, caramel skin, dark...
But first on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corpse shall from the tomb be rent: Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race; There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corpse. Shall know the demon for their sire, At cursing thee, thou cu...
Chapter 8 Evening has fallen and in a small clearing a small fire burned under a small kettle of what smelled of slightly moldy oats and dried meat. Three hairy men, one of them with a badly bloodied arm, sat around the kettle with spoons, making disgusting noises as they ate. They spoke coarsely in a guttural dialect of a barbarian tongue that neither the...
I pulled up my scarf. The wind over the dunes was picking up speed. A bad sign if I wanted to scout out anything. The wind brings the sand with it and if a full sandstorm rolled in, I would lose even more time. My name is Shaiq Alamar, but it would be better if you didn't know me. I'm not good company. I have dark black, destroyed hair, caramel skin, dark...
*Edited story* This is a work of fiction. The characters presented in this are entirely made up and not based on anyone living, dead or from a galaxy far far away. Any similarities to actual people or situations is a damn shame. Thanks to Voice-e and Phantom Stranger for looking it over and offering advice/suggestions. * Megan crept along at a steady twen...
The Palace Hotel in San Francisco was an impressive building. Eliza stood overwhelmed in the opulent lounge of the hotel and stared with an open mouth at the white marble floor that reflected her silhouette, the arches of the hall, the decorated passages to the halls of the hotel, which promised even more splendour and luxury and clapped her hands from entra...
Over the next few days, I found myself thinking more and more about Cathy out there painting looking at all the naked guys. I tried not to let it distract me at work, but it was tough. For her part, Cathy hardly ever brought up the subject herself. It was me and my curiosity that was to blame. And, her response to my questions typically renewed my sense of e...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = When Maddi Miller gets caught doing naked self-bondage under an interstate bridge, the police take her to the psych ward of the local hospital. She is released but has to keep a diary as part of her thirty day evaluation and submit it to her therapist at the end of each week. This is week four of that diary. There a...
The chance survivors of the sand, thin tall cacti, mockingly saluted the car's passage as it rushed along the broken asphalt. The vehicle's tinted windows disguising the broiling landscape and fooling the occupants within. From Phoenix, the smoked glass had been lying to the two travelers, teasing them with comfort until the woman noticed an imperfection-a s...