Toni had been a freelance photographer for nearly three years, ever since walking out on her job as a photo journalist for a national newspaper because of some over-intrusive pictures she was asked to take. There were some aspects of a person's life that she considered should remain private, and so she began working for herself. Now, at the age of twenty-eig...
She had painted herself white. As she stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring her handy work, she became vividly aware of the intense scent and gentle sting of greasepaint for the first time. It stirred something unknown in every inch of her flesh. At one point she must have been thinking Geisha? Suddenly, that seemed trite. Cliché. But now wher...
Hal fully recovered from his 'episode' but became a bit skittish about having wild sex. Enid really didn't blame him, him being 82 and all. Enid, a spry 74 claimed to fear nothing and in fact had high hopes of dying during sex. Of course this put a bit of fear in every partner she had (and just who but a necropheliac wouldn't be a bit nervous?) and yet, that...
Thanks to Miss Veronica for editing this one for me. *** Paul shuffled around his new house aimlessly. He had moved in two days ago and was still trying to adjust to this new environment. It was a small house, much smaller than he was used to, but when his wife passed away, he knew he needed to move out of their old house. There were just too many memories...
Waking up HURT. I shifted and stirred and my whole body ached, bright flames of pain igniting in my chest and gut and leg and spreading through my whole being as I groaned and sat up, pushing off the airbag. Fuck... I reached for the key, punched it into the airbag, beating it deflated with screaming muscles. I unbuckled the seatbelt and wrenched the door...
{* Several weeks later, somewhere between the Arathi Highlands and the Hinterlands lies a forest inside a massive caldera. Ayma approaches an Inn standing sentinel before a vast green forest *} It wasn't easy for Ayma to be discreet when this world's inhabitants hyper focused on her double curved horns, slender hooves and white skin. She thought she could b...
The snow fell relentlessly as James stared outside the window. The conference had been a success, allowing him to mingle with other industry professionals, but he was ready to relax and head home. His feet ached from the relentless walking. He was tired of making sales pitches to everyone he spoke to, and he wanted to take off his fake smile for at least a f...
I went to take a shower, scrubbing my body under the hot water, and when I returned, the girls were starting to stir. "You look a little pale," remarked Sarah. Her eyebrows rose as I described my experience. "Golly." "Didn't Marie say something about the house having a legend associated with it?" asked Beth. "Maybe you could ask her next time you have a tu...
The gallery was as quiet as you would expect on a Wednesday morning, a few lonely souls wandering around enjoying the peace and visual treats that hung on the white walls. The exhibition of WWI war artists mainly Nash, Bomberg, Dix and Lewis drawing its particular audience, contemplative, those that were given to calm observation. The smell of coffee and ba...
Hey there, I saw some of the positive feedback, some questions like who the hell was Margret, well to answer you the question Margret was the original name for Barbra but ended up hating the name at the end of chapter one. Lewis slowly groaned as he was waking up. The sun was passing through the window, hitting his face. He twisted and turned in the bed. Tr...