"Someone there?" Xany asked, knowing it was useless. Her feelings confirmed, the sound that was there just a moment ago, did not return. She recalled, her ears did not receive a single sound other than the swell of a soft breeze that stroked leaves. The figure lurking invisibly in her surroundings would have to be very skilled in stealth to fool her ears. H...
*Surprise! Another chapter! :-p Finished writing chapter 6 so here's 5 for your enjoyment. You didn't think I forgot about this story, did you? :-) * 'Eughh..' said Moni as she looked at the rain outside. 'I thought you demons liked misery.' chuckled Enkel. 'Not when it means I have to stay inside while I feel like going out to browse around the street...
Mam and I have lived alone ever since Da died. I remember that day almost twenty five years ago as it were yesterday; there was a terrible storm and Da was outside fixing the tarpaulins covering the hay bales when a freak gust of wind uprooted the ancient oak tree beside the barn. Da was crushed under timbers from the barn and died a few hours later in hospi...
It will probably be remembered as the most significant period in British history. Great Inventors gave us amazing devices like Babbage's numerator, Engineers like Isambard Kingdom Brunel constructed viaducts and bridges on a scale that would have made the Pharaohs jealous and literary geniuses like Jayne Eyre and Jules Verne stole our hearts and took us to p...
The warmth coming from the hastily assembled camp fire provided the only comfort for Ivory and her mostly silent companions as they anxiously awaited the outcome of the Chief's conference to which Glade was the only woman other than the Chief's wife who was privileged to attend. They had been gone for such a very long time and Ivory, like everyone else, hope...
All characters in this story are at least 18 year of age. * It was the silence that struck Marius first. In the week he had been there, the dank interior of the prison had always been abuzz with the chatter of the inmates, the taunting of the guards and the singing of Mad Pedro in the cell next to his. The dread seeped in ahead of them, long before they we...
Jeff circled the flying carpet slowly, gazing down at the city and the gleaming marble palace in its center from high above. If what he had learned in Kardis was true, this was the end of his long journey of rescue: Bette and Elvira had been bought as slaves by this petty king, hardly more than a pirate and bandit himself. "Well, Giton- I guess it's showt...
The author would like to give special thanks to KillerRomance and teresawrites2u for proofreading and feedback. Callista was distraught. Her mind was too busy to allow her to fall asleep. She hated to see otherwise good days ruined by bad news, and today was such a day. She found out while visiting her mother that, beginning in two days, much of the forest...
Sunset in the Mojave. Next to their battered Wagoneer, my friends Barry and Marta squat on their hams finishing the dinner dishes - scraping the remains of my notorious pineapple venison chili onto a sun-burnished rock. Tomorrow the ants will have a feast. Marta's friend Wendy, a woman I'd never met until this morning, kneels near our small fire a few yards...
Author’s note: This is a story of love, not sex – an erotic coupling of hearts, not bodies (necessarily). A romance in the end, I suppose, though not a typical offering. My goal was to tell the story of two people almost entirely through their conversation. Virtually nothing is revealed except through the voices of the characters – so be forewarned. *****...