The mermaid was thrown out of her watery bower by the tsunami and ended up high and dry on the beach. Good God, what a nightmare for her. But the mob she drew was engrossed by her beauty and seeming fragility. They didn't know she had the strength of the sea at her beckoning. When she awoke from her dazed dreaming she was sore afraid. There she was set asho...
Muscular Men Near the Sea: Chapter 1 Philip stood with his back to the mansion which was his home during his youth, his eyes on the sea. Jennifer watched him from the gazebo in her prettiest dress, wondering what he was thinking. His mind was so hard to pierce. His shoulders looked strong, though, and she longed to touch him. She rose cautiously and crept t...
Memories of Alaska: The Sea Lion I have never been an exceptionally happy person. Since my too-serious childhood, this pattern has persisted into my adult life. I noticed that I was different at a young age; others seemed give themselves freely to the feral abandon of delight while I watched, nervously chewing at my fingertips and smiling when they did. It...
The knife glistened in the moonlight and the hilt was smooth as stone and cold as death in my hand. The bridal music had faded and only the drunkard's and servants danced in the moonlight. In the cold dark waters my sisters waited, their eyes glistening, here blue, here red, here purple and their pale rainbow skin shone. The scales on their tales glittered w...
The clang of metal on metal from the gate pulled him out of his reverie. Cheidan glanced behind him and noticed the feeding trough was now filled. Giving a wistful glance at the plains in front of him, he turned around and slowly walked towards the waiting meal, hooves clip-clopping on hard-packed earth of his cage. And a cage was all it was. For all the at...
Of the words spoken in verse by the shrewish woman in this part of the story; these words hold a mystery at the heart of this story, there meaning is revealed by the end. Any criticism is very welcome as I am relatively new to writing, this being the second story I've written. I hope you enjoy. Thanks, Blithering Hayseed ***** Guthredd Sleeve-heart's...
This is part of an ongoing series - if you find yourself here without reading the rest, I highly recommend you go back and read the rest of the series. We'll still be here when you get back:) Alternate title: long live the fucking king Short chapter this week, just needed to collect the kids and get them on the road. A bit more lore, a bit more world build...
Cherry stared out into the ocean, it was just a few feet away. All she had to do was take a few steps and her feet would touch the water, a few more and it would reach her thighs, a few more and she would be submerged in it. That was the best part- the part where she got swallowed by the water, then she would only have to encounter pain for a few more second...
"The fools," the old crone mused. "Can't they see the signs? But useless; rotten to the core all. I'll say nothing. They wouldn't listen if I did. What do they know of the rhythms and anger of Rongomailohe?" She stood there, on the verge of the white sand and the scrub grass, under the strangely silent palm trees, and watched as the gangly little group of m...
Miraa walked down to the water's edge by herself that night. The village that her family had decided to reside in was right on the waterfront. Not a lot of people in her time could afford such commodities, but her family could with ease. A recent fight between her parents about alleged infidelities had caused a stir between everyone in the household. A rift...