Hi all! Annabelle here with the next chapter of HFHM! I've gotten some very lovely comments/emails recently, but wanted to clear something up. When I mentioned this story arc ending soon, I was referring to Cecilia's capture by the faerie queen (ie, book 4), not HFHM as a series. I already have the plot outlined for at least four more books, and I will be p...
For Want of a Snow Blower, Pt. 1 Many years ago, I read a letter in a men's magazine about a guy who is out clearing his driveway during a snowstorm who is surprised by a young college student going door-to-door for her job. He invites her in to get warm, they share a drink, and one thing leads to another. Since then I've always been intrigued by the idea o...
"Are you just going to continue peeping at my girlfriends and I, or are you going to come over soon to eat our pussies?" At least Krystal was smiling as she confronted me. She had moved in next door in the middle of winter, so we had never properly met. She was thirtyish, blond, athletic, apparently a nurse, or so said one of the neighbourhood gossips. A l...
Ashlasha, the tree of the grand banquet hall. It is the place where anyone may come to feast within its loving trunk or bathe in the sunlight on the canopy treetops. Young or old, impoverished or affluent, everyone climbs its roots to enjoy meals made from nature's wealth. It's where people come to celebrate, and where I go to work. Today, however, the hall...
Sarah and Tom went their separate ways to work and during Sarah's lunch break, she nipped out to the florists shop just down the street to buy some flowers and a couple of vases. We she got back, Fred had a message for her. "Tom says he's going to be a couple of hours late tonight he going out of town for a meeting and he won't be back until about eight," Sa...
It's truly amazing the way a shower, a shave and a change of clothes can make you feel like a completely new man. Of course it's all an illusion, for in reality you are still the same middle-aged idiot whose wife has been secretly working as an upper class prostitute for some asshole throughout your entire marriage. But hey, if reality sucks an illusion is...
NOTE: This story is a sequel to "The Warlord's Kitten" and probably won't make much sense unless you've read it. For anybody who insists on reading anyway, Lin'qa is trans. ***** A smelly, smothering presence invaded Lin'qa's dreams, and she felt herself starting to awaken in a hurry. The presence didn't go away, and in fact, mashed into her face even hard...
**Ok, we continue with the tale. It's a little tough scratching around for proper names for this area and the groups of people at the time. Just so you know and don't get confused, to the Amorites (Martu), the title "Ba'al" hearkened back to an old god for them, and it was a word in common usage all over to denote a great man, or a lord, or even the head of...
Jack arrived back in town late Wednesday. Things hadn't gone as well with the ex-forensics guy as Jack had hoped. The trip wasn't a total waste, but the information he obtained had a definite shelf life, and as such, he needed to up his timetable. It wasn't making his plans for Santos a slam-dunk, either. All of which, set him on edge. His anxiety redlined...
Friday couldn't come fast enough for Deji. Time seemed to drag agonizingly slow as he counted the seconds, minutes, and hours as the days went by. It was a painful and very nervous one week. Finally, to his relief, it was Thursday evening. He picked up his phone and dialed her. "Hey you." "Hi babe. Are you ready for your trip tomorrow?" "Why are you so...