AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is an authorized, but unofficial sequel to Groade's story "The Chase". I strongly suggest that you read his story first. While the one before you now can be read on its own, you will profit from reading "The Chase" first. All characters of legal age (18+). *~*~* The hotel room shuddered as a truck thundered by. Shadows danced to lif...
Hello everyone! So here is the next chapter of MVMM! There has been a good amount of talk about certain stories being stolen lately and I honestly almost didn't post this because of this. I haven't seen any of my stories stolen yet but the thought of it scares me a bit. Hopefully if anyone sees that happen they will tell me but I'm being watchful now. I rea...
Chapter 17 Friday, December 30, 1994 "You know, some people are nervous during their first flight," Marla said. She was boredly leafing through the airline's complimentary magazine. "I knew you wouldn't be that type though. Never hesitating to try something new, if it's worth it, that's my baby girl..." "Sorry, what did you say?" Jessica was spellbound, w...
Light streamed in the window against my closed eyelids. A red aura filled my brain as the bright beams played on the network of blood vessels sending the crimson wave into my retina. I turned my head away from the light and opened my eyes carefully. Alex lay on her side in the crook of my arm, still sleeping. We were half covered by the sheets, the only def...
Kaarthen had listened, but she nodded off somewhere in the second eon of Marcos' long history. Marcos spoke at length about former countries, plots he used to separate the rival god Minun or his Champion from power, and the deaths that usually resulted from his many exploits. When Marcos stopped talking, she was asleep and Vellina stared at him with a hung...
Chapter 7 - Able and Amelia I awoke in the morning in warm sunshine. Audrey was in my arms. I kissed her before slipping away and thought I'd made a clean get away when Audrey said, "Don't go." "I have to," I said. I really did. I had to pee so badly. She got up and took my hand and led me to a door and inside was a urinal and a toilet. I didn't even wait...
Well, maybe if I put the chord in second inversion, it then... no, wait, that'll screw up the phrasing in the basses... okay, but then I can just raise their harmony by a fifth here, but... no, damnit! Screw it, I'm getting nowhere. Move on to something else. And with that, another twelve bars of Calvin's Sonata for Sahndra were reduced to empty staves. Her...
I. The Kalahari Plains were in truth no more than a vast, sun-scorched desert that lay between the ghoul haunted forest of Werewood to the west and the fertile river valleys of the Zanthar to the east. Here indeed was a place that Hathor, goddess spirit of nature, had long ago forsaken. Not a single living entity; bird, beast, or insect, made its home there...
***We're back to the gang on the mountain in this chapter. By the way, the mountain that they're on is not the one referred to below. It's where they're headed to eventually. I've tried to be a little creative in trying to make use of features which I believe would likely survive the sort of things which have happened. Try to remember that from the viewpoint...
I thrive on feedback so please feel free to leave comments. This is written with the intent of making it into a graphic novel so if something seems out of place it is because they are meant to be drawn. Please enjoy the continuation of Henri's adventure and without further ado. ***** The next two days go that way as well, with Zilvra going hunting, Henri...