Gwyneth stood on the balcony waving goodbye to her husband. It would be a week before the Lord returned. She didn't know why he was leaving, the most he would tell her was that it was for important business. Nothing for a woman to fret about, especially one of her stature. For years, she had been Lady Terras. She had been betrothed to Lord Terras when she...
Halloween night is not only for candy but also for sex. George sat in a bar on Halloween night having a drink and minding his own business. He hated Halloween. Sipping a beer, he impatiently waited for the stroke of nine-o-clock, when all the trick or treaters went home for the night to examine and eat their collected cache of candy. Then, finally, he could...
"Lunch with the berg," Dylan gave a low whistle as Gwyneth finally plopped herself down at her desk. "Someone's becoming the new teacher's pet." She felt a little flustered when he said that, but she kept her cool and refused to let the comment weigh down on the endorphin rush she was currently experiencing. Lunch had been delightful and completely unexpect...
Rebirth. So oft talked about, celebrated in movies and literature. To be pushed again through that amnion and expectorated into life, refreshed and renewed. Was that what he was hoping for? That fateful night where seconds ticked by in acrid droplets that burned through the membranes of his memory. The one where his persona - that richly cerebral being, all...
The new King was impotent and I, his new Queen, was to accept an unknown male to conceive an heir. My duty. That the King could not fulfill his matrimonial duties was both surprise and disappointment. Everyone, including me, assumed his virility beyond question. And I had accepted that I would submit to him, my first, immediately after the wedding. Instead,...
A few days later Fletcher got a second call from Gwyneth. They wanted to invite Sorrel that Friday night. It would be just Sorrel, Gwyneth, and Hannah. They'd get together, chat, and perhaps go out for drinks. Fletcher hadn't expected a second call so soon. He didn't know what to say so he stalled. He made up a story that Sorrel might be busy, and he'd have...
Cara and I had sentenced ourselves to ten days of slave training, to be exhibited as naked slaves to potential buyers, then sold at auction to spend fifteen days as purchased sex slave. Cara was understandably overwhelmed and panicky about the whole ordeal, but as long as I was there by her side, she was willing to go through with it. Despite the fact that...
It had been years since Nessira had started down her dark path. After losing the love of her life and giving herself to Baphomet the darkness fueled her every move until one day she simply disappeared. Nobody knew what had happened to her. Some speculated she went into hiding, others said she had been killed, but despite the end of her terror the humans had...
"It's like I'm sliding sideways through time and space," Quentin explained. Vivienne nodded encouragingly. "You might have seen that movie Sliding Doors with Gwyneth Paltrow," he continued. "Maybe, in this continuum, it stars Renee Zellweger." "I'm sure it was Uma Thurman." "Whoever." Quentin took another sip from his beer. "Sliding sideways, she was. O...
Bostonfictionwriter's Last Story With sadness and trepidation, this is my last story. In two years, I've written 602 stories and 69 poems. I'm proud of everything I've written. At the time I wrote them, it was the best that I could write and not only have I learned a lot but also I've improved as a writer. Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote this Dying Swan poem be...