Writer's note: This is the third installment of the events concerning Eronemus. I endeavored to inject more information on the fantasy world in which he lives in as well as to build on existing themes. Hope you all enjoy it. Our story continued: It was a massive, heavy chunk of black stone, shot with veins of scintillating crystals. Arcane runes crawled a...
That evening after dinner, I started back to work on my book. At first, the going was slow but soon the words started pouring through my fingers onto the keyboard. I was composing on the fly just like I had done when I first started writing my stories. I felt a renewed vigor coursing through my mind as my newest story began unfolding. “What’re you smiling a...
Chapter 11 The morning after leaving the forest, Corec woke to find the elf girl—Shavala—calmly sitting on a large rock in the middle of the camp, near the remains of the fire. She waved at him and smiled brightly. He pushed aside his blanket and stood. "What are you doing here?" he asked, before his mind woke up enough to realize how rude he sounded. "It...
I finished feeding the cat and sank down onto the kitchen chair with a deep sigh. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, and tried to unwind, but I was still too keyed up. So I poured myself a glass of cheap Bordeaux, walked into the living room, put a blues CD into the stereo and sank onto the sofa. As days went, mine had been a bitch. Late to get up, l...
Dedicated to my Lord Justin who brought out the maiden in me. A young maiden was walking along the road one late autumn afternoon. The trees were thick on both sides. The shadows were beginning to lengthen and you could feel a chill in the air. Between the thick carpet of fallen leaves and the density of the trees the road seemed to narrow; or perhaps it...
Author's Note: This is my sixth semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The second used the Marty Robbins El Paso trilogy: "El Paso" "El Paso City " and "Faleena." The third had stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The fourth invitational was based on any Co...
Chapter 6: Lacie's First Morning Lacie woke to the sun gently shining on her face. Stretching luxuriously, Lacie gently groaned, feeling the soft sheets surround her shift as she moved her flexible young body. Ruffling her hair with one hand, Lacie sat up, her hand brushing something on her neck. Her fingers quickly traced the outline of her choker, making...
Author's Note: This story couldn't have been written without my good friend Rick who, without his sense of humor and his individual flair for writing that sends me into trembling antics; I dedicate this Texas-based story! * It was a gorgeous early evening, akin to most of the days in Texas, if you could stand the heat and she wanted to get in one last ride...
Chapter 3 The night was dark and overcast, but the entire west end of the village was illuminated by torches, lanterns, and mage lights as the villagers watched the forest and waited for a possible attack. "Were you able to get word to the hunters that live outside town?" Corec asked the mayor, a man named Barl, as they both eyed the trees in the distance....
As Jim headed back up the road towards New Farm he mused over what had happened. Sure, Mrs Johnson had played a game of cat and mouse with him and his swollen balls and damp clothing were a testament to the off hand way she had dismissed him but, and it was a huge 'but', somehow he didn't mind. He thought over how magnificent she had looked, laid out on the...