*** If you enjoyed my sci-fi series Space Relations, this novella has a similar format. It is less about the sex in this one, and more about the innuendo and the story. *** Sir Longenhard sat brooding at the tavern bar, swirling the last of the swill at the bottom of his mug. He drank the rot, at the same time recalling better times when the ale tasted prop...
The Knight sat and honed his sword, watching the preparations for the forthcoming engagement. To a casual onlooker, and there were many, he looked totally impassive. He seemed as unconcerned as a one who would remain a spectator to the afternoon's events rather than a participant. His equanimity was more puzzling to the majority who believed he would not sur...
The Knight sat and honed his sword, watching the preparations for the forthcoming tournament. To a casual onlooker, and there were many, he looked totally impassive. He seemed as unconcerned as a one who would remain a spectator to the afternoon's events rather than a participant. His apparent equanimity was puzzling to those who guessed he was not in this p...
It is August 15, 2057. Dunkelzahn the Great Dragon, the first Non-Human to hold the office of President of the UCAS (United Canadian and American States) had just been in office for a whole nine hours before some unknown assailants assassinated him. The reading of Dunkelzahn's will six days later was the start of this story. The last line in the will to be e...
I've never submitted a story in the Loving Wives category, and I'm doing so now with great trepidation. Frankly, the commentators in this section are brutal. Many, though, are very insightful and offer genuinely thoughtful comments about writing style, character development, and the like. My only complaint with this category is that much of the basic plot li...
Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight Errant, waited patiently in the main hall of the castle. Jen had told him to remain there until she sent a guard to fetch him and he had been there a little while now. He had begun to wonder whether a guard would actually come when a tall man in red livery approached him. "Sir Jeffrey Trailson?" the man asked, looking him up and...
'I am black and you are white,' said Rebecca, rising to Ben's assertion that women did not have the mind-set to excel at chess. Hinting that she had some modest ability herself, and frequently played with friends, she had challenged him to join her in a game. There would have to be a handicap, though, in view of his professed superiority. 'Fine by me,' he...
Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, awoke to the smell of cooking food. Delicious, rich, hearty food, the likes of which she had not had in weeks. She sat upright, looking around for the source. She smiled as she laid eyes upon Kal cooking in the corner, shirtless and wearing only a pair of loose brown pants. She knew this was not his natural form but that...
The maiden sits alone in her quarters, lonely and lost with her beloved knight so far away at war. She does not think of his danger tonight, but only of how much she misses him. Misses his smile, his warm hands and strong arms. She aches inside to feel his touch again and whispers to him through the distance. “I read your magnificent love letters, and belie...
This story is based on the Batman animated series universe. This is a fun little fan fiction that is not to be taken seriously. Hope you all enjoy it. ***** The blackness of night covered the famed, Gotham City. Down at the southern section of the crime ridden city was its dockyard, consumed by a thick blanket of mist and fog. That did not hinder some of t...