Too much beer, or coffee, or what the hell; and here he was desperately trying to find a wide enough shoulder on the rain drenched road to park the beast and make for a hasty retreat into the brush to relieve his bloated bladder. He cursed the car, the road, and everything else he could think of as he squinted into the downpour, aching for the warm relief of...
Author's Note: This is a slightly edited version of a story I uploaded previously. The description of a character's race in the original were inaccurate and I apologize. Happy reading! * I suppose I did it to save money. Not much beyond that, but the perks are evident, if a little bit questionable. My roommate, Uriel, is a man I've always considered to be...
How do you move on after the death of a significant other? My Master and I were together just short of a year, lacking 10 days. He suffered a heart attack at the young age of 34 years old. I can't begin to describe how crushing...devastating this can be when you lose someone you love so much. My Master and I were online only, for the most part. We had plans...
She stood over him for a while, Her eyes searching deep within his soul, reading his mind. One of Her long leather gloved fingers gently traced a line along his cheek. Tingles flashed through his skin under Her touch. Electricity now coursing through every fibre of his body. He could see Her mind working and automatically felt at peace again. He thought he h...
Dear Diary: After describing what happened last evening, awakening 35 minutes later than normal I had little time left. Finishing the entry and coffee, I quickly shower to meet Jan at 8:30 for breakfast. The one positive thing, with it being the woman's work day at the church, I did not need to spend time choosing an ensemble or putting on any make-up. I n...
-Keegan- I awoke to the phone ringing from the kitchen. Groaning, I sat up and swung my legs around the side of the bed. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my body... it couldn't have been dusk yet. Kicking myself for forgetting to turn off the ringer, I walked into the kitchen with zombie-like strides and answered the phone. "Hello?" I growled, my sleep-laced...
He had been watching the woman for some time. She went among the crowded plaza, stopping now and then to look at a booth or some artwork. She seemed to be alone and he was surprised. She laughed easily and spoke with people. She had no fear. He watched the petty thieves try to get close to her, try to steal from her. She deftly kept her hand on the small pur...
As they shoveled the last of the dirt over the fresh grave, and laid the flower left my mourners over the loose mound, she stood there, watching, disbelieving. A soft rain began to fall, as if compensating for the tears she could no longer cry. In the back of her mind she half expected him to pull up in his beat up old ford pick up truck to collect her and t...
This is a story from the Chronicles of Idethen. My intention is to write individual stories about Idethen's adventures, so each story can stand alone. This story is the first: The Song of Calandra. I hope you enjoy! If you do, please comment and let me know. Thanks, G. 1/ In a small village, in the darkest of times, a girl named Calandra reached the age of...
Kinlye's face had beamed at his words. Home, with him, was a term she would never take for granted, especially since her own home had turned into such a nightmare. Her hand touched his cold cheek as he gathered her in his arms and he gaze down at her in question. "Kinlye? Was there something else?" She leaned up to reach his cheek. "I'll never take that wo...