Claudia and Mark's flight left early in the morning from Guatemala City. They were in Flores, the capital of the department of the Petén, before nine. Flores is actually a small island in the middle of lake Peten Itza, connected to the mainland by a narrow causeway. It consists mainly of tourist hotels and restaurants. The hotels all face out onto the lake....
2. THE RUINS OF THE SHRIEKING DEAD When they at last drew near the ruins on the horizon Greg was feeling pretty tired, and his obsidian sword was dragging against the rocks. Dalile still loped tirelessly, swinging her thorned sword and smiling. As they approached the ruins -- blackened husks of stone raising dead fingers towards the blood-red sky -- she slo...
DEVOTION: In Defense of a Cause Chapter 1 The city hall was the perfect spot to find quests. However, tonight was not his night. Rawlen had just emerged from inside, after speaking with several groups who needed his skills as a healer. But he was more than a cleric; he was a paladin. He felt his duty was to protect the innocent and destroy the wicked and a...
Camilla had a very strange dream that morning as she lay naked on Mr. Langella's living room carpet, which was still stained with her copious come from the night before. Camilla and her mother, Collette, were in the living room of Collette's house, in the middle of a terrible argument. "No!" Camilla, naked, shouted. "I won't put my clothes on! I'll do what...
Along the river-front factories sat aged and worn. Workers had long ago given up trying to find work there. Even animals avoided these ruins of industry. What weeds did grow, did so grudgingly. Occasionally a bird would settle to rest while flowing overhead, but the tremors of evil would drive it away. Now only the dead could find solace in this environment....
It feels weird, walking to the theatre without Adison. Bruce and Maud are chatting merrily, Bruce nevertheless very attentive to what happens around them, though no-one would notice. Besides Vincent, that is. Bruce's vigilance gives him only a slight sense of security, he feels vulnerable, being wounded and not at his fittest. Or maybe he just misses Adis...
Two months later, Leena was back at Shandrakor. Kira had finally decided to start the mountain resort project there. Leena had been the head of the exploration team that had cleared the site and the access road. She had also been the sex toy of the group of Dalits that had done the job, the slut for twenty bulky and sweaty workers. She had volunteered immedi...
Verdigris covered the ancient bronze doorknocker and knob, just as thickly as rust coated the wrought iron fence that surrounded the property. Spanish moss hung from the bent boughs of ancient oaks amid waist-high weeds. The flagstones that once lead to the now sagging porch were upturned and blanketed in thick red mud. The little white paint that remained...
Intro: A story of my setting called Dunia, shamelessly stealing the name of Lescatie and geography of our world. After Megiddo, year 21 "Now, where to find a research paper interesting enough to tickle the fancy of my yokai students..." Quiet thumps of hooves echoed on the corridor where a Hakutaku teacher, a woman of great beauty, A graceful humanoid fac...
Shiel crept quietly through the ruins, guided only by the light of her thieves' lantern. The narrow beam of light only illuminated a small portion of the floor in front of her, but it was enough for the eighteen-year old thief to make her way without stumbling. She had learned about the ruins only recently. It had cost her several gold pieces, but if the in...