Elana stood at the entrance to the ruined graveyard at the centre of the wood. Light from the torches was already half way down the hill. She could see them bobbing in the darkness as the men who had brought her here ran back down to the village. Fear chased them just as it had stalked them on their way up but then, their Gift protected them. He would not st...
Jamie King walked through the hotel. He was a tall, good-looking young black man who was also very talented and had a way with the ladies in his life. He was looking at someone very dear to him. A strong and beautiful black lady close to his heart. Jamie looked at Nicole Evans, his sexy and somewhat wisecracking and sarcastic former co-worker and music prod...
"Another nine minutes and then you have to get your lazy butt out of bed," I told myself, as I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock one last time. Nine minutes later the clock radio sprang to life once more. The familiar country music that normally greets me each morning had been replaced by the harsh reality of a winter storm warning being broadcast fr...
There is no sex, it is a soppy romantic fairy story for adults wanting to warm the cockles of their heart. ***** Now Prince Arrik peered out of the Palace tower window, his breath misting the thin plate glass. As far as the eye could see, and he could see a long way over the flat terrain from this high up, the ground lay white in a thick layer of freshly-...
In the land of Pantipupia there was a winding staircase made of stone that reached up into heaven. It was forbidden for men to ascend the stairway. Yet one day Pantsby Brown did just that. To his surprise he met no resistance from the guarding angels that according to legend patrolled the staircase, and continued above the clouds, at last coming onto a landi...
copyright 2000 duana r anderson . . . the lake mirrors the silvery moon whose crystal light shimmers upon her ivory feathers her eyes are darkened by sorrow as memories float like ghosts from the past to haunt her locked into this curse for all eternity she sings a mournful Swan Song for if she cannot be free she would...
"Up the airy mountain, down the rushing glen, We daren't go a-hunting, for fear of little men." -William Allingham, "The Fairies" *** "I want to dance with the hill people at night," Flora said, standing on a chair and looking out the window. Megan looked with her. The summer sun was slipping behind the yew trees on the hill beside the big old house, bu...
Elunara was drawing beneath the tree on the hill, when Jordan appeared. "Is it ok to sit?" She smiled. "It always is. I enjoy the company." Jordan sat down, and Darguni crawled into his lap. "Oh, hey." "He likes people. You should visit more often." She ran her hand on the soft fuzz of Darguni's head. "Jordan." "oren?" "Close enough, my little love...
They stood motionless in the driveway drinking beer and shooting the shit. It was a daily occurrence, a tradition that you just don't screw around with. Hank Hill was the brains of the bunch as he was the Assistant Manager of Strickland Propane. He loved to talk about his work and the others pretended to listen to gas related stories. After several minut...
Warning: There are events containing graphic violence in the story. If you are a minor... man, you've gone really far into this (this is the 12th chapter already!). If you are likely to be offended by graphic violence, chances are, you will be offended. Proceed at your own risk. You have been warned. * * * * * Prince Roberto of Aragon, the future heir of t...