CHAPTER THREE *all characters are over the age of eighteen years* ***ARAN -- One Year Ago*** Aran sat at the long dining table made of that strange dark wood that seemed to be everywhere in this place, idly looking around at the simple furnishings and the several tapestries hanging on the walls between the arched windows that lined the room. The mid-morni...
The next few weeks sped by with Aran learning more from Amina than he had from Elaina and Smythe combined. The Priestess imparted on him hundreds of years of wisdom and knowledge, and taught him far more of his Gift, and how to use it. Still more knowledge was gained from poring through the many ancient texts Amina possessed, writings from another time, anot...
"Congratulations, and welcome to the rank of HM1. I know you will tackle these duties with ease and I pray that other junior and senior ranks can be as hard of workers as you are." With that, Chief Master Sergeant Hamlin pinned on the newfound rank, shook hands, and sent him on his way. Deone had done it at last, he had made HM1. So now, HM1(FMF/SW) Soma who...
Harlow climbed the sandstone ledge and used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She surveyed a vast expanse of barely vegetated rock and sand, bound only by distant blue mountains shimmering on the horizon. It wasn't noon yet, but already the heat had spawned dust devils that danced on the ground and towered into the blue sky. I stopped the rock drill...
Smythe knew he was running out of time. After Elaina had spoken to him on the Plane urging him to find Jeira and Hamlin before the Druids did, he'd spent the rest of that night and most of the next day searching Ironshire high and low. Finally, he'd found someone who'd seen them, only to be told that the couple had left several days ago, bound for their farm...
Thanks to the lovely Sparrow for inviting me on this project! *** "Wh– what in God's name is she doing?" "Oh, fuck... THAT'S what I'm talking about..." Willa didn't miss a beat when she cast a glance around the edge of her folded bonnet at the pair of conservatively-dressed women who had just tiptoed into the dimly-lit alley. In lieu of a greeting, she d...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** Payback's A Beeyotch, But So's My Hot Mom (OPEN) The Players ERIKA (40-something) Since her divorce & "beauty rejuvenation" (meaning: blonde hair, year-round salon tan, lips given a pronounced pout; full, firm 36C cleavage) Erika became a new person outside...and in. Perfectly put...
I don't tell these stories because I'm proud of them. I only tell you these stories because I find them amusing, and maybe you will too. Moving to my small town could very well have been the worse move I've ever made in my life. Living amongst the Stepford Wives and mini vans isn't really my cup of tea. The only tea I like happens to be Long Island Iced Te...
I don't really remember the day that I turned 18. I don't know why. Perhaps, at the time, it was 'just another day'. However, I do remember, in some detail, a number of things that happened in the year following my 18th birthday. For example, sometime soon after I turned 18 I moved to London. I was born, in an old farmhouse, on my grandfather's farm, on to...