"Why me?" The Dark Damsel groaned from her perch over Gotham City. With her black half cape wrapped around her sensual form she seemed as much a part of the architecture as the carved gargoyle she was posted beside. Her skin tight latex costume framed her perfectly lithe frame for no other purpose than display. The half cape ended just above her perfectly he...
Noise was infiltrating the haze of slumber that dragged at Sarah's consciousness. Lying in a frumpled heap, cold and dazed on the stone floor of what looked like a hovel, she struggled to sit up and take stock of her surroundings. Hay was heaped on one side of the small room, and the walls and floor were unrecognizable now that she was seeing clearly. One mo...
Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, but I had to take some time to enjoy my summer. Hopefully y'all understand. ;) Also, I promise this is the last chapter without our good friend Talon. He and Tempest have some unfinished business and it'd be too cruel to leave the poor guy out of the ring any further. This chapter takes place right after the events of 8B...
Author's Note: I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to read, enjoy and review this story. I love knowing what you all think. To the Anonymous reviewer who mentioned my transposition of the "Your" and "You're" in the previous chapter...i HOPE that's the only time it's happened, but it is very hard to see those things when reading my own work someti...
Hello all. Sorry it's been so long, but this is my new brainchild. I hope it reaches your expectations and, be warned, I couldn't find an editor... so I did the best I could. I have been working hard on my writing and writing styles so I hope you find it easier to follow. If anyone has any suggestions for an editor, please share them with me. Comments and f...
A letter? Who gets a letter these days? I mean a good old fashioned piece of paper folded into yet another folded piece of paper and delivered to your door, seriously! Usually you get bills through the mail; you get ads on shiny coated paper that try to sell you weight reduction programs or the last promotions of your local supermarket, but a letter, no, tha...
The night was still young. I could have gone to see Lesheya, or Joubi, or Codyla, I suppose (two barmaids and a laundress - you'd be amazed by what the people who wash your clothes overhear). Somehow, though, that didn't seem like the right thing to do, immediately after seeing Malena home. Maybe I needed time to think, too. No matter how I turned it over...
I could see her standing there partly in shadow. She was wearing that green shirt which I always thought brought out the color in her eyes. I wanted so desperately to cry out to her and warn her, but my voice was stilled. I could not speak. Paralyzed, I sat in the high backed chair. Trapped, unable to look away, unable to speak. Her head was pulled sharply...
Life didn't offer a lot of joy for Lydia. Her only daughter was one of them. In fact it was the only thing her former fiancée. Unfortunately the bastard had left her after her pregnancy. She raised her daughter Mary alone, her parents didn't give a lot of help. She thought about finding someone but she failed. Now at 45 she didn't have the mind and the body...
(B-Pit, Japan) As he entered into the Familiar Bey Pit, a More Mature, More Pragmatic, and More Learned Person, he saw how much Madoka had Changed as the last he'd seen her they were Small School Children. He still wasn't certain if he wanted to Enter the Beyblade World Tournament, because in all Likelihood Madoka's New Friends would and they'd make the Team...