Inola Collins. I opened my eyes in the grey dawn light and looked across at the body of my brother, Waya, sprawled across three-quarters of the bed. I climbed out of our warm haven and stirred the ashes in the big fireplace of the main room of the cabin. I fed little pieces of wood to the glowing embers and soon had a small blaze going. I fed in larger log...
Author's Note: My humblest thanks to everyone who has been reading this story, and a warm welcome to new readers. This story spent a long time sitting in the hard drive of my old laptop. I want to thank my team for bringing it back to life: Melanie R. for her insurance advice, Dr. K. Wright for answering all of my medical questions, and my fantastic betas:...
I woke up, just like that, from crystal-clear dreams -- dreams of making love. I turned and looked at the clock. It was five forty five am. The sky outside the bay windows was still dark -- not even a hint of sunrise. My husband always arose promptly at six fifteen, with the blaring of the clock radio. My husband slept, as usual, on the right side of our...
There are many curses still lingering from the ancient world, in an era when mankind understood that the universe was meant to be understood not as a matter of reason, but through the articles of faith – which is to say, not understood very well at all. It was an era of gods and goddesses, inimitable blessings and unfathomable horrors, artifacts and monsters...
I'm 6 years old. A mop of honey coloured Irish blond hair with freckles where the fairies have kissed me. Whorish creatures they may be, given the unlikely spots I've found freckles; cheeky at the very least. I am hiding in a tree house, high up in what I call a lonely tree. It's a type of pine with needled leaves that whine and sigh with each lost breath of...
This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote. * Forty years later, Anthony still remembers an Earth Day, rebound love affair he had in 1970 with an older woman. Mary was older than Anthony by ten years. Not such a long time, especially when growing older and becoming more mature with the experiences that comes with age, but in his case and at his age, e...
It's another return to those so-called thrilling days of yesteryear, this time to June of 1971. Nixon sat in the Oval Office, the Rolling Stones' Brown Sugar topped the Top 40 charts and Summer of '42 and Billy Jack played at the box office. Hot pants were all the rage and leisure suits were on the horizon. What we later took for granted, cell phones, person...
It's been a while. Let's get back to it. This chapter begins the morning after Chapter 25. It's an Alanna entry for the most part, despite the titling below. All the fun's in her part of the chapter: F/F, F/M, bondage, tentacles, degradation, M/s roleplay. -=-=-=-=-=-=- Queen Casiama of Cindervale The Cinder Vale 5th of Dawn's Light, 1283 D.f. -=-=-=-=...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Carmella or Zelina Vega or any other former or current WWE women. ***** Zelina Vega was furious. She was furious at her charge, Andrade "Cien" Almas for not saving her, and more importantly R-Truth for taking him out of the equation. But most of all, she was mad at Carmella. That bitch had just hu...
*** Sarkopheros Says: Whoops! Looks like I wrote a Brod over twice the size of the ones I've been doing lately. This one has swollen larger than any Brod before it, with an impressive length of over 10,000 words. 10,381 to be exact. You really don't have to read the previous stories in the arc for this one to make sense, but it does help. The reason there...