Author's Note:This is a chapter that was written for a chain story under the same title "A Royal Sacrifice." The work that follows is my own and has been written in order to replace a chapter that was removed when one of the writer's in the chain had their worked removed from the site. I will be replacing the other two as well, or a member of the original te...
In the lounge area outside the cubicles I picked a clean lab coat off a hook and slipped it on over my smooth naked body. Nudity is fine, but clothing has its purposes, not the least of which is to provide pockets for notebooks, pencils, and so on. I scribbled a brief note about Andy's progress; he had honestly admitted his desire to see my body and had made...
Hugo Dacca stood by his desk, looking out past his window at his city, Tharros, his gaze moving from the rich façades of the homes of the wealthy up here on the hill, over the melting pot of building styles which characterized the merchant quarters, past the walled-in Kettle, and at the turquoise colour of the water in the bay. The sea glimmered as the rays...
This is absurd. I've lost my mind. Have I ever had good common sense? If so, it surely isn't today. Not when I'm standing in this Canadian airport searching my bags for a passport I can't seem to find. Hailing a taxi in Halifax is about as easy as finding one in Hammond, Indiana. Either way I want to run back to Chicago, bury myself deep in the city until I...
A humorous guide to understanding English terms for the discerning reader. * 'His hand lifted up her tight skirt as it skimmed up her leg over her stockings where her suspenders held them up, over the soft silken skin, and then he squeezed her voluptuous arse before coming around to cup her fanny where it lay hidden under her knickers.' For a great many r...
I was one of those who romanticized the whole event. Post-apocalyptic, less than a percent of all humans alive, that was the dream. As the saying goes, be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. For it happened. This is where our story takes place. Magick is what people call it. As one of those who worked on making them, I know that this is not M...
Art comes from inside the Mind What constitutes art? Porridge to one is poison to another, rubbish to someone else. Paintings, pictures, sculptures, photos, buildings, living trees, water, mountains, anything and everything and nothing; a black hole can be looked upon as moving art as it twirls and twists in the cosmos wreaking destruction on all and everyt...
The settlers' third winter on the edge of our land was harsh, the river starting to freeze, the ground too frozen for root digging. I reported to my father that the white settlers fared less well and time for a new treaty. They'd arrived midsummer, wearied by the ocean from the "Old World". They sought friendship but difficulties arose since they now hunt o...
Préambule : Cette histoire s’adapte à vos choix. Vos caractéristiques vont évoluer en fonction de votre caractère et vous offriront une expérience de jeu taillée à votre personnalité ! Pour cela, appuyez simplement sur la touche START ! Et maintenant l’histoire : Tarix vivait dans le village le plus passible du monde d’Endenfer. Peut-être parce qu’il était l...
THE MATH OF SWINGING Male: "Well, how about them? Look at her nipple rings. She's fuckin' hot." Female: "Oh, please. He doesn't have any back hair. You'll just have to find someone else." Male: "Okay. What about those two? They look fun. Plus, the guy's a fuckin' ape." Female: "You're kidding, right? He's way too fat!" Male: "Well, back hair and corpule...