The Abbey of the Order of the Burning Rose has stood upon the hallowed cliffs at White Rock and faced it stones against the crashing sea for over nine hundred years. Its great walls are built from slabs of the white marble upon which its foundation rests. The salt spray has etched and darkened paths between each massive block of stone so that it seems drawn...
All characters are at least the age of 18 or older. ***** "You're up miss ace detective, you gonna call or are you here just to watch?" asked a pair of hazel green eyes flashing a confident grin and all the shiny white alligator teeth to go with it. I scrunched my nose, irritated by the gritty scent of the cigar nestled between her dragon-like smile. Glan...
This is Berk. Home to you and other vikings and creatures of all kinds. My name is Stella Horrendous Haddock the 3rd, daughter of Chieftess Stoica the Vast. Usually, life on this cold rock would drive people to the brink of insanity. But thanks to my "mom", the village has thrived over the years with very little exciting events. My mom is technical...
"We stand today at a unique and extraordinary moment. The crisis in the Persian Gulf, as grave as it is, also offers a rare opportunity to move toward an historic period of cooperation. Out of these troubled times, our fifth objective -- a new world order -- can emerge: a new era -- freer from the threat of terror, stronger in the pursuit of justice, and mor...
It's been a while since I have written something. It's mostly because I have felt so uninspired and didn't know what to write. My main fantasies these days revolve around a man crossdressed while he is pegged by a woman who likes to dress as a man. My last story series Jenny & Mike got a decent reception and I wanted to write more. But like I said, I've...
Edited by: Pope1944. Thanks! Very important note: for those of you that don't know what futanari is, please read this carefully. This is a very crazy story! In it, you'll find something akin to transsexual transformation as well as magic. For those of you who know futanari, I've done my own version of it, mixing the classic futanari concept with other magic...
The street lights shine dimly over the long concrete roads that lead to fairly sized hotel complex. Cars come and go, while some sit in the parking lot for who knows how long as their owner lounges up in the tower floors of the hotel's tower. Patrons, guests, workers and inhabitants shuffle in and out the glass doors with various gaits. Some refined and hast...
I put down another book I had picked up from the floor while bored watching streams online. The floor had been littered with books I had acquired from my late grandmother’s estate. I had discovered quite a few interesting ones: a centuries old bible with beautiful illustrations and undecipherable notations, a note book with similar scrawling, and many books...
"Mom, I think that truck is following us." Said the young blonde with curly hair "What truck?" Replied the older blonde woman. "The one that has been behind us since our last gas stop." "Maybe it's a coincidence?" "The map says this road leads one way and that way is the cabin." Said the daughter checking the...
The streets she frequented were the seedy side of Castro, not that there was a not-so-seedy side of Castro, but San Francisco never the less held it’s charm. She was a charmer. Rhiannon was her street name. She had lifted the name from that Stevie Nicks song and promised long ago that he would use it if he ever became a she. Well, he was as close to being a...