Tony closed his laptop with a thud. He enjoyed talking to Johann. His best friend, he would be joining him tomorrow morning. Time to get to bed, he thought. He started his new job in the morning at the new Starbucks a few streets down - he was looking forward to meeting new people and meeting new friends. As he stepped out of the shower and looked into the...
Around two hundred people are sitting in a television studio, very excited to be part of something completely new television concept, in front of them is a very simple stage and a camera crew operating around ten different cameras, some mounted on pedastals, and a few more lightweight cameras carried on the shoulders of their operators. The room buzzed with...
The long hall which led to the chamber of the Lords had always seemed to Marcus as excessive. The hallway was nearly 50 meters long, and served only one purpose: to intimidate those who had been summoned to the chamber. Marcus strode purposefully along the hall wearing his dress uniform, which was nearly indistinguishable from his casual dress uniform, exc...
NOTE: This is NOT Game of Thrones fan fiction. The Game of Thralls stories are part of a mythos of my creation called the Game of Thralls Mythos (abbreviated as GOTM, but pronounced as if saying, "Got 'em!"). They are set primarily in the modern day, though there could theoretically be flashbacks, visions of the future, and time travel since magic and the su...
Tarquinne had learned all he could from Toad. Toad sat snuffling upon a step leading down from the Queen's tower. His lip was split and swollen, and he gingerly rubbed a bald patch where a bit of his oily hair was torn out. Tarquinne stalked up and down on a landing above him. He wiped his hands upon his pants legs again and again. He felt a new spike of an...
Jane was sure she knew Charlie and that she knew him well. After all, she and he had been friends on Facebook for several months now. Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg's ingenuity and generosity, they'd been able to chat and discourse for hours on end without once having actually met one another. And tonight was the evening when, at long last, Jane would actually me...
Martin saw his wife reach for the wine, pouring herself a third cup for the night. He knew what it meant. With two young kids to take care of, time for sex was hard to come by, and this was a clear signal that soon, time would be cleared and Beatrice and he would see to their needs. They finished watching an older episode of Game of Thrones (they were still...
What follows is the first part of an account given by a late sixteenth-century cloth merchant who claimed to have witnessed a witches' sabbath in southern Germany: While passing the night at a boarding house I was forced to take my evening meal in the tavern, where there worked a trio of most comely young serving wenches: one was blonde, one a brunette, and...
Harry couldn't believe his luck. He had only moved to London that September and already he found himself sitting next to one of the most desired women on God's green earth; gorgeous Game of Thrones star Miss Emilia Clarke. The story of how he'd come to be in this position went like this; 18 year old Harry relocated to the nation's capital from Nowheresville,...
I still can't believe Oliver and I got away with that. It was so close but so hot. I'm still working on packing and I'm mostly done. I've packed all the clothes I want to take home and am laying out my winter crap to store when a knock arrives at my door. "Come in!" I quip. "Last night..." I look up and see Sir Oliver. Lol reminds me of game of thrones....