Prologue: April 2003 My wife and I were walking our dogs on the hills above the village where we live. As we crested one brow, we could make out some wrought iron railings on the summit of the next ridge. Vanessa said: “That must be the airman’s grave. Let’s take a look.” So we did. Whoever chose this spot had chosen well. Below us the village slumbered in...
Even through a veil of crooked limbs and leafy branches, it was clear to see that every single light in the house was on. Like a beacon on a desolate shore, it sprayed a glowing path through the haze of trees, guiding Lucien home. Three weeks had passed since he had savagely murdered Joelle and left her tattered remains in Delilah's capable hands. Though th...
Behind me there was the soft patter of bare feet on the wet stone floors by the pool. But I didn't notice them. It was too fleeting a sound, when compared to the music I had playing. I was adrift through gentle melody, afloat not just in water but on the sweet lyrics that floated into my ears like lilies on a pond of still water. Carried there by the very wa...
Philip lay on the bed of room four-twelve, his head propped on a folded pillow, fingers intertwined cupping his cranium. His shoes were off and his stockinged feet rested in Ai's little lap. He was in a pensive mood. Philip was a believer in the dictum that 'you get what you pay for' with the slight modification that if you got something for free you still...
"Children, be afraid of going prayerless to bed, lest the Devil be your bedfellow." -Cotton Mather *** "Zoe," Michele said, "I don't think we should be doing this." A draft blew through the basement as both girls crouched on the concrete floor, still wearing bits and pieces of their trick or treat costumes. Zoe was dressed as a witch; Michele was her bl...
VWAP. "UNH!" Paul had the air driven from his lungs as he landed flat on his back. The ground was made of some sort of spongy material that stretched like a trampoline, which was fortunate because they had materialized in mid-air. Desdemona was still wrapped around him, and he had managed to land with her right on top of him. He lay dazed for a moment, his...
Author's Note: This story contains the following: Anal, Hermaphrodite, Demons, (Mild) Mind Control, Fantasy, Fellatio, Femdom, and a smidgen of Romance. You have been warned.­ __________________________________________________________ Paul woke as he had gone to sleep, with Desdemona's warmth all along his back as she spooned against him. She was abse...
Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real; any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy "You can do this." Ishara said to herself in the mirror....
Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real; any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy. He looked at the business card, "Sebastian Inkwell"....
This is another story I wrote for the same contest as the previous one I submitted. I was hesitant about submitting this, fearing that someone would accuse me of plagiarism. It was written and completed about four years before an author wrote a novel about this very type of story, one that I have not had the chance to read myself. I'm submitting it 'as is',...