The village of Ashes Hollow, deep in the English countryside, was infamous at this time of year. Not for the usual reasons, of dressing up as vampires, zombies or creatures of the night, not for children's party games or trick or treat, but for something altogether more sinister. Something happened in Ashes Hollow each Halloween, and try as they might, no on...
CHAPTER TWO: Ooni and Pleck's Mischief While Teedla flew off to brood in the trees and plot a way to make up for her failure with the muckdweller, her sister, Ooni was up to no good. Ooni was about to enter a human cottage. The cottage near the dark woods of Glenn Valley was far from civilization. The woodsmen had moved his family a bit too far in the wild...
I had been traveling for many moons on my way from protecting the people and interests of the lamas in lands far away from my home, back to Nepal for the funeral of my teacher and uncle. He had taught me the ways of the Dap-Dap warrior priests, protectors of the precepts and traditions. In the tradition of Buddhism, we learned never to take life unless there...
Many thanks to goodoldeditor for the editing—the story wouldn't have been posted without it. Gentle ambient lighting, classic blues songs birthed from a retro jukebox, and the symphony of colliding pool balls playing from five different tables constituted the ambiance inside the Southern Cross bar. Most of the people in the bar seemed to enjoy it well enoug...
Harley thought of his wife, a beautiful, sleek-bodied Japanese woman - from Japan - with a mixture of longing and regret. His ex-wife, actually. She had left him two months before, declaring irreconcilable differences and her agreed upon portion of his fortune. Not much considering, but...there was a part of him that still missed her. Terribly. He sat alon...
Note- Sean's fourth entry in the Bond movie franchise, and the first ever one I saw as a pup, aged seven. Disclaimer- Eon Productions own the rights to the James Bond movies, and the late Ian Fleming's estate his novels. I only wrote this for fun, no profit has been made. xxx Dedicated to Mollie Peters, RIP. Honorary mentions for Claudine Auger and Luciana...
Lawrence Richards was in a bad mood. He was a fine art photographer who specialised in landscape and architecture, but like most artists, he was struggling to make ends meet. Now, he had had to resort to wedding photography to pay the bills and he hated it. Shooting weddings reminded him of crucifixion except that it was slower and more painful, and to add i...
Thanks to Brian with all his help on my story. I am not a writer! My stories are part fiction, part fact. If you do not like my stories please do not read them. They are meant to entertain not to be analyzed or morally judged. Enjoy! * As you may recall my name is Betty Jean, a small town girl who had graduated from high school and moved to a large city in...
Stay safe..... Linda's words hung in Howard's thoughts as he pulled in outside of his hotel. A diverted flight left him with no option but to stay over for the night and complete his journey home tomorrow. His chosen hotel looked fairly plush, but it also looked very busy. Something confirmed as the concierge led him into a noisy lobby. "Is there some sort...
The next time it came up was a month later, another party. This one was a costume party, which gave everyone license to be as outrageous as their imaginations would allow. I told Nancy not to worry about a costume. I had something in mind. She knew I was thinking about more than just a showy costume, but I didn't say anything more until it came time to get r...