(Ff, humil, etc.) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** The only problem was . . . Harriet didn't like it at Frogwart's. During her magic classes, she couldn't so much as summon the easiest magic. The teachers almost seemed frantic for her to perform some feat....
Note: you will understand this story a lot better if you read Part One first. *** Chapter Sixteen As I continued to experiment with flashbacks and considered my own ability to transport myself pretty much anywhere, I started to wonder about transporting other people with me not just to times in the past. After careful consideration and a few different att...
(Every word of this is 100% true.) Last night I was about to go to bed. Before I did so, I went to the windows one last time to look down disdainfully upon the hoodlums that destroy the quietude of my elegant, upscale neighborhood. After shaking my head a few times, I directed my gaze to the horizon, or at least where the horizon would be but for the variou...
"Before you kill me," said the old man, "let me tell you how I got this way." Funny how vampires suddenly want to stop for a chat when you have a sharpened stake jabbed into their ribcage. What the hell, I thought, I might as well humour him. The story he told me made me realise that this was going to be a case that Nicole would be interested in. Nicole is...
Sigrid was sitting in her tower room in the mansion planning on how to get to her mark when something caught her attention. It may have been a scent on the wind, she was not sure. But she was certain that something was wrong. She had learned long ago to trust those feelings when they came. She stood up and climbed out onto the roof. She needed both hands whe...
September 18, 1754 I have long neglected my journal, but the fault lies not only with me. I had woken at the long table in the cabin after recording my last entry by my hips being gripped and lifted from the bench. I tried to turn and see my assaulter as a large hand on my back pressed me down over the table, but found no one other then myself visible in t...
Clara was a little apprehensive as the large wooden door before her opened. From her perspective, she had only left Roft Manor six weeks ago, and yet her family had not seen her in over two years. She knew that she would have some explaining to do. From behind the door emerged an elderly, well-groomed man in a tuxedo. He was quite tall, about six foot one an...
Note from the author: This is an experiment more than anything. I've always thought a story like this would be fun to write. Do let me know if you enjoyed it! --- I am water. People of the lands know me as Nix. I do not know what I am, or who created me. I just am. Have always been. I was created to tend the waters, and I will die the day they boil away....
I should have known that I was dreaming when my day started at around five in the afternoon with me playing video games in my dining room. I haven't had a dining room, least not with tiles and a television since I was twelve and still living in LA. That wasn't enough to tip me off, part of me is sure I'd still be stuck in that nightmare if Karen hadn't decid...
The death of a baby may not be the most intense grief a human can experience. Having not experienced every sort of grief, I couldn't say. I will assert however that it may be the sharpest, the most three-dimensional, the furthest distance to fall. From inexplicable joy, the transformative bliss and complete joyful shift that is pregnancy and birth, to the co...