CHAPTER SIX -- HUMILIATION AND DESPAIR The instant Julie tries to move, the memories come flooding back. Her face rests on slippery mud, her entire body is coated with a stinking mulch in which blind things wriggle aimlessly. Night has fallen, firelight glances from her coated flesh, loud insistent drumming echoes in the clearing. And slippery hands rove h...
© Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 14—The Fourth Estate It had been less than a week since James visited Miss Martin in the County Office Building. It was a good thing that he knew the way, because it was snowing hard again that morning and it was difficult to see the road signs. He was, nevertheless, determined to make the trip. Although out of a job, he need...
Chapter 8 The Death of a Slave The pattern of fires on Destran's surface was being changed by the mysterious mana draining holes in the world. The normally random flames started appearing primarily near the holes themselves. What no one realized was that while the mana from Fron poured onto the planet evenly, the ability of the minerals, plants and animals...
Just a little tale of misunderstanding and trust...I'm afraid you'll find very little sex in this one. muirmadra ***** Lindsey and Rob and... God, he was such an asshole at times! I stood in the door frame of our den watching as he slaved over another project from his work. He's been burning the candle at both ends for months now resulting in a severely...
[Chapter One was submitted as Scorpio44 some time ago (years). An email or twenty prompted my rereading it and my notes. Chapters 2 & 3 are the result. Ch 3 will be submitted before April 2011. There are some surprises for those familiar with my mind through reading Scorpio44 (120 submissions) and Scorpio 44A (100+).] * Monday morning started earlier than...
Back in the cave of Montserrat, every eye was focused on Apollo, dazed and dripping in the middle of the pool. His head throbbing and his mind temporarily blank from the hit it took on the bottom of the pond, as his eyes focused on his surroundings he gulped. Reaching back to his shoulder, he gulped even harder as he realized his bow and quiver of arrows wer...
I. The mansion hadn't changed, not all that much, from how I remembered it. If at all, it had aged gracefully, as only English mansions can ¬ a massive Edwardian building that had served Lords and Ladies, had housed masters and servants for centuries. Around it, at a respectful distance, were smaller buildings that rose up from the moist English ground an...
Benjamin Mears House, August 24th, 10:30pm Ben Mears was older than Mulder had expected his grey hair thick and wiry hung loose about a face that was tanned with days spent outdoors and deep lines that spoke of long history. His blue eyes were almost pale, Mulder could see why Scully and Haskell looked at him the way they did. Ben was man's man by no mistak...
First part of three... Looking out across the amphitheatre Regina surveyed the champion Archons from the eight provinces with a small but sharp shudder of pleasure. They were a fine looking lot; fit, trim, anxious and with the kind of nervous, expectant energy that promised a rousing several days of entertainment. The townsfolk had loudly voiced their app...
Scott came to not in the warm sweat of fervent dreams and bad memories, but with the feel of cool scales under his cheek. His head was in Mystique's lap, her fingers stroking his hair from one end of his visor to the other. Like he was a small child, or a lap dog. In front of him and Raven, the TV was on. News footage from New York. Amateur, badly pixelate...