The phone ringing wakes me, my head pops up looking right at it. When it rings again I move to it, Tony only rolls over as I pick it up. "Hello." I'm sitting on the edge of the bed stretching my legs, a small groan escapes me. "I'm calling for Tony Samson I hope I didn't get the wrong number." An older man's voice says to me. "No you got the right number,...
WARNING: This story contains graphic scenes of non consent and sex with by a werewolf which may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. Rosita Hood stood staring at her reflection in the mirror. She had rushed through her morning routine, cleaning up her mother's, and guest's, mess from the night before, as well as putting the oven on...
"Hello Tristan," a voice said as he was slowly and painfully making his way back to consciousness. "Mmph," He responded, the inside of his mouth tasting as though he'd fallen asleep under a chicken coop. Laughter pealed from the Lady's lips as she handed the disorganized wolf a silver chalice filled to the brim with ice-cold water. "Here... drink this. I...
Author's Note I recently started a loose set of dystopian, near-future, speculative fiction stories in a series called 'Sara's Secret War'. The overall collection focuses on an all-female group of revolutionaries, as they take up arms in a fight against a corrupt and oppressive government. The first tale in the series, 'Sabine, Mother of the Revolution',...
So, while working on Deep End I started work on a new story, a sailing story, of course. I don't like working on two stories at once - which is why I usually ending up doing just that - but this is a work-in-progress, too, and unfinished (boo-hiss). Still, have fun. I'll finish this before Deep End, I guess. The title? A song, of course. I like Sinatra's ve...
I woke up at 0430 hours and stared at the clock's radium impregnated dial and hands. I was always afraid that I'd be late for an exam or when a paper was due which was my premier, scary nightmare. I didn't know the nightmares that awaited me in my future I'd just deal with the crazy ones right now. I pushed the alarm tab in and got up, fumbled around for my...
I was deep in thought as to how to begin telling you this story. Where should I begin? Some stories in here have lots of flashbacks which , if more than a few, really confuse me, On the other hand, I couldn't just write the story from the back forwards. That would make no sense at all. However, if I started at the uninteresting beginning, I might lose many r...
They'd found the road to nowhere. Off the M4 was a road sign; "Brickspan Highway" That's what Fran saw. But now she queried why there were no other vehicles to be seen. There was something very odd about the scene. It was 1981 and the war had been over for years but the scene took on the look of a battle zone Let's stop, take a look up the map." Tom sugges...
Venos reclined in the bath-house of Mask's Bounty, a pleased smile on his lips. Iliara, Cyra, and himself had spent a few days under Myrynda's care, the two ladies not quick to leave the comfortable bedchamber they had been sharing with the drow. Venos, for his part, had been given his private lodging as well as credit to spend however he wished, be it booze...
A/N: OH. MY. GOD. FINALLY! I am so sorry for uploading this so late. Studies, work and my love life got in the way and now that the studies portion of my life is going to be over soon, I can allocate more time to writing! Yay me! Ugh... anyway I've been trying very hard to finish this off and publish this chapter so hopefully you guys don't have to wait too...