II: A follow Up This is my continuation of 'alex_lover's story "Revelations'. I felt that it needed some closure. I got his permission to continue; so here is my version of what happened that fateful morning after he read the emails. If you haven't I strongly recommend you read alex_lover's first three chapters before digging into this. My thanks to my edi...
Marcus let out a huge roar, his sword singing as he swung it once more. All around him, the stink of vampire pyres let off a heavy heat, bringing a sheen of sweat to his skin. His hair was plastered to his head and he bled from many wounds on his body. He was tiring, something he'd once thought an impossibility. It seemed that he killed them and another ten...
Author’s Preface The general preface to the parts expunged from the printed accounts of my travels is at the start of the section entitled ‘Brobdingnag Chapter One’ and I consider it superfluous to reiterate it here. The reader of my published account of my sojourn in Lilliput may have been puzzled by the vindictiveness of the empress of that realm on the...
This is my first time actually writing a story like this. Not a lot of sex so if that's what you are looking for, turn back now. Also, this is a supernatural type story (vampires, werewolves, witches, the whole shebang) so if you aren't into that...well, turn back as well. For those of you who have not left yet, I can only assume you're staying... so enjoy....
Chapter One "In this last waking morning I ask you, for the sake of my being, to be purely blunt. I do not want to wait around and waste some of the few minutes I have on intricate vocabulary and extensive detail. I do not need fancy explanations and step by step recollections; all I want is to hear you out precisely without a breath of unnecessary exertion...
Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. As Betty Gregg finished washing her dishes after a solitary but rather pleasant dinner, she heard a gurgle and turned to find herself confronting a giant, slimy slug. Her first thought was, "Oh no! A giant slimy slug!" Her second thought was, "Oh God! Another alien!" And her final thought was "Oh damn! It's making a mess on...
Splat. "Take that you motherfucker!" Splat. "Another male chauvinist bites the dust." I had taken to whacking the crickets that invaded our sorority house with an oar. A Hookmaster two and a half-foot long weapon that is very light and comes in handy quite often. That oar has never been in a boat. Not only is it great for smacking bugs, mice or whatever, i...
Chapter 1: The Winged Siege "TO ARMS!! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!!" The stone fortress erupts in a flurry of trumpets and the yelling of dwarven and elven soldiers, startled by the sharp-pitched screams of winged death swooping from above. King Loric of the dwarven army steps from out of the Northwest Tower and rushes to the rampart, clad in dented and battle-w...
1 : Nihil inimicius quam sibi ipse There is blood in the room, but they can't find it. They know it's there. Blood always comes through. It can wait. For hours, days, since, there's been washing and rubbings, sprayings and windows opened, but a small colony of maggots has still managed to thrive on a chunk of forgotten lung tissue caught under a chair leg...
(previously published in Bloody Muse October 1999) The night awoke and sighed with a sultry, summer's breath. Darkness shimmered with silver silence as the fertile moon grew heavy and round with encumbrance. Phoebe yawned and stretched her silent moon beams to awaken her child, the lone wolf. She drew him from his dreams of love, arousing deep, instinctual...