Grendel Wolde 1513, which is the dreadfulla storeye of the ambush of the deceitefulle and godless Urners against the truie, faithfulla and godloving people of Grendel Wolde (from a village church chronicle) ************** Tinu shifted uneasily on the small ledge and pulled the fur closer around himself. Why am I sitting here? he asked himself, not...
Her long, elegant fingers masterfully worked the charcoal as her younger, "stupid" brother played in the corner with blocks and sticks. Arimeste glanced around the room. Her teacher, Plato, was quietly pondering over some ancient clay tablet. "Done." she said, in a slightly arrogant tone. The old man looked up, incredulously studying her...
Chapter One: Somewhere I Have Never Traveled It was dark when I left New York. The early light of Spring fading into a chilly Northeastern night. When I arrived in Paris, it was mid-morning and the sun was shinning brightly. It was one of those bright intense Parisian Spring days that feels like summer in the sun and winter in the shade. The kind they write...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13 min/mp3) * * * * * You have been waiting for this night Patiently?...........No 12 Moons have cycled through their phases The seasons have past mostly ignored………..and you have waited Patiently?...........No………anxious. The ecstasy you experienced a year ango has made each moment from then unt...
Chapter 3 - Dayna The cluster of candles on her desk flickered, disturbed by a cold breeze blowing through her west facing window. The elven mage stopped reading to get up and draw the window's shutters closed. Typical among elven kind, Dayna stood just over six feet tall. She was clad in a grey tunic, cinched around the waist with a silvered chain belt. A...
Chapter 6 - Dayna The slate stones of the road were cold and slick with the slimy rain that steadily poured from the dark grey and purple clouds that filled Dayna's vision. The touch of the cool, goo-covered stone sent a shiver up her bare back. The elven mage bit her lip, wondering how it had come to this, as she raised and spread her legs, exposing her qu...
Note: This is the first part of a six-part story. It starts slowly and leisurely, before becoming very intense in especially Parts Five and Six. It was written for a woman I initially met online, who lived 300 kms away, whom I was able to visit every five weeks or so for more than 18 months. In the end, she never made it to my farm. **** You arrive at the...
"We'll do dinner and a movie tonight," he said not long after lunch as he walked through the living room, where she was lounging on the couch, knees curled under her. Dimples, a little squirm. This was a regular ritual for them, actually a weekend evening that started with feeding and evolved into a series of rituals, each building on the other. She waited...
Innocently reading a book at the local coffee shop, Lima a short curvy dark haired olive skinned woman from Bhutan, with eyes so light green they looked as if they were lit from the inside; realized that the section she was in was curiously empty. And the music that was usually playing in the background was so low it was almost non-existent. She slowly rose...
This is a contribution to the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. The idea is to write a short new story every day, to help us all get through the "shelter in place" period of the Coronavirus challenge to us all. My first eleven stories were called My Junior Year Abroad. This story is a departure, but I hope you like it, all the same. ******...