The Knight sat and honed his sword, watching the preparations for the forthcoming engagement. To a casual onlooker, and there were many, he looked totally impassive. He seemed as unconcerned as a one who would remain a spectator to the afternoon's events rather than a participant. His equanimity was more puzzling to the majority who believed he would not sur...
The Knight sat and honed his sword, watching the preparations for the forthcoming tournament. To a casual onlooker, and there were many, he looked totally impassive. He seemed as unconcerned as a one who would remain a spectator to the afternoon's events rather than a participant. His apparent equanimity was puzzling to those who guessed he was not in this p...
It is August 15, 2057. Dunkelzahn the Great Dragon, the first Non-Human to hold the office of President of the UCAS (United Canadian and American States) had just been in office for a whole nine hours before some unknown assailants assassinated him. The reading of Dunkelzahn's will six days later was the start of this story. The last line in the will to be e...
I've never submitted a story in the Loving Wives category, and I'm doing so now with great trepidation. Frankly, the commentators in this section are brutal. Many, though, are very insightful and offer genuinely thoughtful comments about writing style, character development, and the like. My only complaint with this category is that much of the basic plot li...
Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, waited patiently in the main hall of the castle. Jen had told him to remain there until she sent a guard to fetch him and he had been there a little while now. He had begun to wonder whether a guard would actually come when a tall man in red livery approached him. "Sir Jeffrey Trailson?" the man asked, looking him up and...
'I am black and you are white,' said Rebecca, rising to Ben's assertion that women did not have the mind-set to excel at chess. Hinting that she had some modest ability herself, and frequently played with friends, she had challenged him to join her in a game. There would have to be a handicap, though, in view of his professed superiority. 'Fine by me,' he...
The maiden sits alone in her quarters, lonely and lost with her beloved knight so far away at war. She does not think of his danger tonight, but only of how much she misses him. Misses his smile, his warm hands and strong arms. She aches inside to feel his touch again and whispers to him through the distance. “I read your magnificent love letters, and belie...
This story is based on the Batman animated series universe. This is a fun little fan fiction that is not to be taken seriously. Hope you all enjoy it. ***** The blackness of night covered the famed, Gotham City. Down at the southern section of the crime ridden city was its dockyard, consumed by a thick blanket of mist and fog. That did not hinder some of t...
Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, woke in the early morning to find sunlight already streaming through the window. He was alone, and he sighed in disappointment that Narlissa had left already, but could not blame her since she was clearly a wanted woman in this city. To be honest, he should not have been associating with a thief at all, given that he want...
On the highest mountain peak there stood the tallest tower, wickedly jagged and blackened with flame, built on a foundation of dead kings and noble princes, holding the last pure maiden in all the land. Only one daring knight had the courage and cunning to win this fair lady's heart and bring her home a merry, blushing bride... * Celeste held her lady-in-w...