(The North) Orys II Was Riding His Horse Alongside the Knights of The Kingsguard, He Was The Squire of His Uncle Jaime Lannister, and Had Been for Five Years. Before That He Had been Fostered Amongst the Tyrells, and Served as A Page in The Court of His Grandfather, Lord Tywin Lannister. Unlike His Siblings, He'd Inherited His Father's Traits, and Some of Th...
(Pentos) In the Home of Magister Illyrio Mopatis Daemon II and Viserys Targaryen's Sat at the Dinner Table discussing Dany's coming Marriage. ''It is a Bad Idea to Wed Dany yo a Dothraki Horse Lord! They aren't as reliable as you think!'' Says Daemon II as he argues with Viserys. ''They will Obey or they will die! It's as simple as that!'' Argues Viserys. ''...
“Shhhh,” I whispered. “Every deer in this patch of woods will hear us if you keep tripping over branches like that.” “I can’t help it, I can hardly see anything out here.” It wasn’t exactly the perfect start to a bowhunting trip, but there we were, my wife and I, in Alberta’s Rocky Mountain foothills, searching for whitetails. I’d been a bowhunter for quit...
In an alternate universe, Robert's Rebellion has failed and after winning the epic duel at the Trident, Crown Prince Rhaegar Targaryen spared Lord Robert Baratheon's life. Alongside his new brother-in-law, Lord Eddard Stark, Rhaegar led both the Rebels and the Loyalist armies to the capital to depose his father only to find the Mad King stabbed in the back b...
"Hey you, out there on your own Sitting naked by the phone Would you touch me? Hey you, with you ear against the wall Waiting for someone to call out Would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home." -Pink Floyd, "Hey You" Hotel Parking Lot Los Cruces, NM Caleb and Maria waved at Enrique, it was two AM...
Chapter I: Old Friends In our lifetime we have all met and associated with people with all sorts of habits, some of which we could easily classify as quite strange, others are uninteresting and basically just more mundane. But in actuality regardless what characterization they may fall into most are really little more than a fetish of one extreme or another...
CHAPTER 8 Paris, France March, 1918 I had been on furlough from my duties as an attache from the U.S. Embassy to Gen. Pershing's headquarters, and Madeleine and I had finally reconnected after months of forced celibacy after her miscarriage and subsequent emergency hysterectomy. I had finally come to realize how close she had come to dying that day. Only...
CHAPTER I I'd just got done with a PPV, or Pay Per View, and was as wore out and battered as a human could get and still be ambulatory. I was dispirited from the death of a friend, angry because he was being treated as persona non grata, or perhaps, non futurus alio, sorry, if I try to keep from shouting about something, I tend to over intellectualize, lik...
First, there was the woodland trail, and birds singing in every tree. Jillian felt the dirt of the path between her toes, and her father's hand was warm in her own, large and calloused; comfortably, protectively cradling her small fingers. 'Daddy, where is the witch's house? Can we see the gingerbread on it?' 'Honey-sweet, it's just a little ways further o...
Harry's notes: This was originally written with verse included in the text and as so was only acceptable as a poem. I've stripped the end of lines out the poetic stanzas to make it possible to submit in story boards. W.L.I.T. Radio for the Masses, Fairyland Theatre Static, crackles, then the sound of an analog tuner searching for a station. Those of you fo...