Just a note, I did send in revisions on my earlier chapters so there should be a different format on chapters 1-4. The storyline is the same, but it might be worth it to revisit those chapters. On with the show! Chapter 9: Sacrifice "The child is dead." "The child is dead." The child is dead." The child is dead." The child is dead." The child is dead." S...
((Hi everyone! So...I'm gonna go on ahead and apologize in advance for this craziness. I got snowed in the other day and this just sort of...popped out in the midst of my cabin fever. Anyway, I hope you like it!)) --- Jodie gazed out at the ocean, a few wisps of short, peroxide-blonde hair flitting over her eyes. She knew that the shimmering sheet of water...
I began preparations for His arrival hours before I expected Him. In the morning, I straightened my already neat house, dusting the shelves, polishing the glass and wood. Making sure everything was tidy and clean. After my living space met my approval, I filled the whirlpool tub in the bathroom adjoining my bedroom with steaming hot water, pouring oil in His...
PotC 6: Dangerous Waters Captain Jack Sparrow sat downing his rum as the flabby, balding man sitting next to him prattled on. Jack absently mused that the adage about silk purses and sows ears was most appropriate. The man might have the money to be finely dressed, but as to personal hygiene, well, even pirates had their standards. Jack had long since stopp...
Alone in her office, Rellenora stared at the clay cup on her desk with tear filled eyes. Inside the cup, there was a liquid abortifacient, which Rellenora had personally cooked up on a brazier. Everyone around her had assumed that she was brewing a fertility potion. She should have taken it by then. She had several minutes' worth of opportunities to swal...
This is third part of a three-part story Catharsis. You will need to read the first two parts for this to make sense. In addition, the Catharsis trilogy is part of a longer set of related stories – Delhi Nights. Catharsis is a stand-alone story, but you will probably get more out of it, if you have read the prior Delhi Nights Stories. ***** The moment was...
Note- This is totally fiction and does not mirror any actual event or events. It's just my reimagining her life if it had taken a left turn. xxx Every American girl loves an English accent, right? Every American girl also dreams of being a fairy princess, correct? Katy Perry was no different. Coming out of a failed marriage, albeit to an English stallion...
Prince Mustapha's Palace didn't look like much from the street, merely a large building with high plastered walls pierced only by the gate and a few high windows protected by fretwork lattice. The building was more recently whitewashed than its neighbors and the wooden trim painted brilliant cobalt, but there was nothing to hint it held a modern Seraglio....
My sweet dreams were interrupted when I heard my bedroom door quietly open and close. As I turned over to look at who had the audacity to disturb me on a Saturday morning, I noticed the alarm said 6 AM! Jeez! Shit! I was ready to go off. My roommate, Billy, had better have one hell of a reason... You can image my shock when I saw a beautiful, completely nak...
Author's Note: This version of Tracey Ch. 2 has been modified since first publication on 11/09/2004 for continuity purposes and to correct minor grammatical errors. -W.S. Tracey acted perfectly normal around me the next day, her usual cheerful self. It was therefore inconceivable to me that she had seen me standing in her doorway the night before. My fears...