The river's rush swelled loud as I sat within the breathless air of the carriage. I knew we were nearing the place where oft I had sat beside my dear Apollo, our backs resting against the laurel tree. "Stop here!" I commanded, banging on the wall, but we continued to sway as the horses dragged us up the steep path. I lifted the canvas flap and peeked out,...
The carriage wound its way toward Alan's estate, and it was well past midnight when the horses finally pulled it up before the quiet house. Footmen raced around to open the door, and a battered Alan Tinsley helped his wife Elizabeth down from the carriage. She was hardly clad in that voluminous cloak of his, her hair was still a mess, but she looked as beaut...
Intrepid - 3756 C.E. Anger. Frustration. Humiliation. These were just a few of the emotions Nadezhda was feeling as she reviewed her helpless situation. Her command of the space ship Intrepid had been stolen from her by an alien. She was confined to a villa on the outermost level. She was unable to communicate with anyone other than Beatrice: the android wh...
Ch.12 : Guthelm's Weakness King Charlerion of Pelancir sought audience with his ally King Guthelm of Grumandria. He crossed the central bridge to the west bank of Cromilil, the old centre of the city, now looking less impressive than the east bank where the Pelancirians had been repairing buildings and making the place look as if it was a proud colonial ca...
The great pyramid of Dazar'alor was a sight to behold for the elven tourists as they reached the end of their voyage. For the first time ever, the capital of the great Zandalari Empire was open to the Horde. Many affluent citizens of Quel'Thalas were eager to explore this exotic land and all the pleasures of life it had to offer. Erisel was one of these pri...
Chapter 6 - Cooking with Jennifer It was starting to become a familiar pattern for Jennifer and she was not sure she liked it. What she liked even less was that she was not sure about not liking it. The pattern of course was the fact that every midnight she was getting her brains fucked out by someone or make that something. Then she would sleep until near...
Edith Bent (neé Drapes) lightly kissed her husband Malvolio at the front doors of the Royal Bank, waved good-bye to him as he entered and then strode purposefully down the street. She continued to the very severe front of the newly designated House of the Guild of Auditors, Bookkeepers and Forensic Accountants. Edith noted with satisfaction that people walki...
************ AFTERWARDS, ANOTHER FORTY YEARS LATER Rowan held his beloved wife Gwenda extra tightly in bed, for she had been quite ill of late with a winter flux in her lungs that just would not depart, despite the treatments of the local medicus and the village wise-woman together. Even old Ashburn's best trained pupil, Doran, now the master medicus of T...
Yvonne flew high over the city of Oakland, scanning the neighborhoods below for any criminal activity. It was a clear, sunny and the warm wind brushed against her bare skin. She was a tall, naked Indian woman, 5'11" in height, with shoulder length black hair and a native brown skin complexion. Her build was thick and muscular, and the only thing she wore was...
It has been while since I've posted. Writers block came up a long with the busy season at work. I've also been working with an amazing editor who has been helping me revamp the first few chapters and this one as well. I hope you all enjoy and like always feedback is welcome! **** Jumping off the mount that had collected him from the Tournament Area, the...