All Characters in this story are 18 years or older in Human years. * Deep within a majestic forest and long before the empires of men stood an ancient society whose long standing traditions still run through our veins, those lucky enough to witness the last remnants of this society called these mystic beings Nymphs. The Nymphs arrived from a higher plan...
Vanderdecken's Cove was a strange place. Beautiful beach, calm blue water, but strange. Legend says it got its name from the infamous captain of Der Fliegende Hollander, said to have anchored here briefly before setting on the final leg of its cursed voyage. Strange occurrences plagued the cove for centuries: rock formations that appeared one day and disap...
My children call my mother Sweetie. She never wanted to be called Grandma, Granny, Nana, or Nona to begin with. When the kids were babies, she always called them "sweetie" and somehow, starting with Kristen, the eldest, she responded in kind, calling her grandmother Sweetie. My other two daughters, Meghan and Tara, fell right into line. One afternoon, when...
Author's note: I did not expect I was going to post my short stories on this site. They tend to be tragic, and Hear, see, speak is no exception. It's strange, I want my short stories to be powerful enough to punch someone in the gut. They probably aren't, not yet, but I'm quite sure that there's a glimmer of profoundness in each one of them. At least that...
This is a sequel to Venus Ascending and continues the story. This story can stand alone, but it will make more sense if you read Venus Ascending. I appreciate any comments both on the previous story and its sequel. OuPa99 ***** John had never been more frightened in his entire life. Even the revolution, where the love of his life had been in mortal dange...
Allison awoke with a start and looked around in disbelief at the stark room. Aside from the cot where she now lay, the only piece of furnishing was a doctor's examination table, complete with the stirrups familiar to all women. In the corner, she noticed a toilet and small basin. She remembered little of how she came to be here. Casting back in her memory, s...
Author's Note – This summer I was in a production of the musical "Footloose" that just wrapped last week. I played Vi Moore, and I was really fascinated by the dynamic between my character and her husband. I wrote this fic for my friend Tempus, who played Shaw. It's based on the character backstory he and I came up with for the show. A note— those of you who...
Carrie's hands had been inside Jeff's flannel pajama top during their pillow-talk conversation, and she started to unbutton it, the way she did most nights. He let her take the initiative, and lay back to relax and enjoy whatever it might be that his much loved, rather plump wife was going to do. She finished the buttons and he sat up to let her strip the...
When there is time, I have always taken ferries, going to engage artists or to participate in language-teaching events. Ferries are excellent for erotic encounters, as I can attest from personal experience and as others have reported to me. So, feeling once more the urge to write about such things, I am launching a craft of my own to carry some of these seab...
I doubt riding to the hospital to have an unexpected birth is usually a calm cruise, but my experience was probably setting the bar pretty damn high. Amber was next to me chain-smoking and trying to shoot up one more time before being admitted, things most mothers-to-be would be prioritizing less than dealing with contractions and a baby that wanted out. Now...