Bonjour, et si on jouait à un jeu ? Un jeu de rôle où vous seriez le scénariste et le réalisateur d’un film de série B. Votre producteur ne vous a donné qu’une seule obligation : il faut que ce soit un film d’horreur comme ils plaisent tant à la jeunesse décérébrée de notre époque. Et il a également précisé qu’il comptait sur « l’érotisme » de votre scénario...
A/n sorry, no sex in this chapter. ***** SANTOS Later Santos could not shake the feeling that she was waiting for something. She just had no idea what. Biko had woken up early that morning. He ran into her room, pushed himself under the covers and asked her again. "On a aller au parc?" Are we going to go to the park he said in French. He had been aski...
Chapter 7: A Past Life **My thanks and my unabashed admiration to Sonia de Beaumanoir for forcing my characters to speak proper French.** * * * * * January 14th. Around us the skies were so gray as to be black. If God herself were to speak over the airplane intercom to inform all of us passengers that we were being diverted to the next to the last airpor...
"Who are you?" I posed my question while gripping the door handle with all my strength. As I waited for a response my skin began to crawl, I just knew this woman was scrutinizing me even though the darkness. I could feel her gaze stabbing at me like ice cold jagged daggers. Still, I stood my ground. I pulled the door open more than I already had in an attem...
17 They arrived at L'Amour Eternel. Angel parked the car and then went over to open the door for Buffy. When they entered Angel, told the matre'd that he made reservations for two under Reilly. He brought them over to their table. A votive candle lit and was placed on the table. The walls of the restaurant were adorned with paintings that represented the cu...
He taught Italian. That was all I knew about him. He sat in the Cathedral, coffee in hand, staring at me. Every morning, Monday through Friday, I'd see him there. I'd be studying, trying to milk the most from the precious time between my morning graduate class and the afternoon class I taught. I loved being there, the morning light filtering through the st...
Arya stark est dans le pétrin : c’est le narrateur Arya stark : c’est un dialogue Arya stark passé une très mauvaise journée, ses frères étaient partis assister à l’exécution d’un déserteur, sa sœur, Sansa, c’était moqué de ces manières et de ses capacité de couture, la septa avait appuyé la moquerie en insistant que arya devrait être plus comme sa sœur, et...
(Please note that this story is bilingual and you can read the french version after the english one. / Cette histoire est bilingue, vous pouvez lire la version française après la version anglaise.) Welcome to this [Quest.] The principle is quite different from other multiple choice stories, you choose and influence the elements of the story by letting a comm...
Author's note: Hi everyone! This is my belated answer to the call to arms for Geek Pride. I dusted up my old Villains and Vigilantes character sheets and concocted this idyll; it's a little different from my usual fare... but not by much! I hope you enjoy your read and, well... to quote Jeff Dee: be a superhero! :) P.S. Sometimes I am able to throw in some...
I had been dancing the night away with my friend Rachel in the latest, trendy, London nightclub. I was thirsty and getting tired. I was also incredibly frustrated. There was nothing but gorgeous men surrounding me and so far not one had shown any interest in me or Rachel. We were starting to think we had stumbled into a gay bar. Although, the enormous amount...