A quick note about this story. This is my 3rd Blue Lightning Story. The first 2 got some awfully good feedback, so I feel confident in recommending them to those of you who haven't read them yet. I also want to warn you. If you're looking for a mutual attraction in the first paragraph, first kiss by the third paragraph, hot groping in paragraph 4 and naked s...
Note- Just caught the new 30 minute series of Rachaels's on England's Food Channel. Needless to say it got my juices going, in more ways than one. x It had been seven years since Rachael Ray had decided to wind up her career defining television show '3O minute meals' and she had easily picked up where she had left off. Filmed in Williamsburg, Brooklyn for...
The air outside Aeiden's tent was cool and humid, filled with the sound of the heaven's passion. The world around him quaked and lit with a silvery-white fire waiting to be doused with a release. Rain was coming finally to a dry forgotten earth. Aeiden crawled outside his tent to breathe in the air and feel thirsty ground below him. In the distance, he hea...
I have just checked into my hotel and am about to go up the elevator to my room and I am standing in the lobby waiting for those stainless steel faced doors to open. The bell rings with each floor it stops at as I wait for it open for me. A long flight to Vancouver from Montreal and all I want to do is get undressed, take a shower and get into bed. I have a...
I first met Vanessa Amstel when we were going through sorority rush together the second semester of our freshman year in college. Since I'm Alisha Allison, we were next to each other alphabetically all during the ordeal. I guess that we became best friends by bonding during rush and because opposites attract; and opposites we were. Vanessa is a jock. She wa...
The xbox flicked off and the television cut. The young boy who owned the console yawned widely and crawled into his bed, done with his colorful and bright hobby for the day. Inside the xbox, things lie dormant. Almost. The harddrive, containing hard earned save files and marking down skillful achievements, the characters of the games were there alive and mo...
Okay, I have resubmitted this story after a re-write. I thought I would try a short story before, but it seems everyone doesn't like the short stories. I wrote the original one night for a break, so now I am re-writing it and adding some more to it. I hope you enjoy it a little more now. This chapter is an outtake story from the series Life After The Lottery...
Every person in this story is over the age of eighteen. This is the first ghost story I have ever written. It is total fiction, so don't expect all the facts to fit neatly into place. My grandmother was a true believer in ghost and had many family ghost stories that were passed down to her from her mother and grandmother. The south is full of ghost stories f...
Unperturbed by the impending storm, and the first signs of turbulence as the wind whipped up, Lady Sally tied the banker onto her rack with rope, and selected another attachment from the wooden box. If the earlier one resembled a comb, this one was more like a hair brush with clusters of copper wire sticking out from a moulded brass oval. She examined it c...
The bodies of Sandpeople covered the floor of the cave, some dismembered or with limbs missing clearly be lightsaber's, others crushed against the cave walls or with rocks. Sash stood amid the carnage, covered from head to toe in blood, none was hers. She switched of her red bladed lightsaber and turned towards the rear of the cave. Her long dark hair, which...