The cloak of night fell upon the Camp of Blessing, few rays of moonlight made it through the moving clouds. Tonight was especially quiet out here, the school almost seemed abandoned. No guards on the hallways or around the main courtyard. The dinner hall was empty, unused. Only a light flickered through the windows of a chapel. More precisely, the novice's c...
Hello all! This is my first ever submission so be kind to me!! I was inspired to write it after reading the legend of Sir Guy. It is supposedly about a young knight like the hero of my story, who takes shelter during a storm at Dumbarton Castle. But alas makes the wrong choice (you'll understand when you read the story!) and is forever doomed to haunt the ru...
CHAPTER 5: THE STUDENT BECOMES THE TEACHER Wednesday When Mick and Harry came downstairs on Wednesday morning, they found Megan laying on the couch, her little yellow dress and heels on the floor next to her. She was covered in a blanket and sound asleep. They didn't know what time Pierce had brought her back but it was well into the wee hours of the morn...
Claire Johns met Alan and Lydia at the door, the noise of a large gathering chatting over alcoholic drinks coming from the reception room to the right signalled a rousing evening was underway. Smacking her lips in the direction of Alan, Still Water Lodge co-owner Claire Johns reached out her arms to envelope Lydia and cried, "Omigod and I thought your siste...
Author's Note: Requested by Shironomi. Holly wasn't like most centaurs. Most in her age group stood head and shoulders above her, almost torsos above human girls, with some that nearly doubled others. Her mother was one such centaur, several feet of legs that supported a voluptuous torso with tits half the size of Holly's whole body. All that said, she didn...
Thanks to every one for your comments and also for voting. It makes me feel great that you are enjoying my work. * Sullivan was so impatient to get back to their room that he scooped Maddie up into his arms and carried her the rest of the way to the main house. He didn't break a sweat as he deposited her in front of the bedroom door and she opened it to...
"But you're thinking about it!" Brittany snapped back. "Oh, you're such an ass Brittany," she replied, turning on the girl. "Okay, so what if he does pull it out? Are you going to run away?" "I won't run away," Brittany replied. "But I'm not going to touch it either." "I don't even want to get near that thing," Megan said with a grimace. Angelique looked...
It is the praiseworthy custom of authors on this site, when presenting to the public a literary endeavour which depends on a previous work, to direct the reader to that first writing. This humble offering cannot be understood without some knowledge of Miss Jane Austen's classic novel, Pride & Prejudice. If you have not read that novel, why are you wasting...
The vast night sky shines it's mystery and power down to the land enveloping the houses underneath with its mysterious glow. The infinite light of the cosmos raining down from the heavens. In a nice yet unassuming house under the night sky, candles are lit in a back room. A mattress has been placed in the middle of the room as a makeshift altar with candles...
This is a long story, almost 33,000 words. If you don't like long stories, please don't upset yourself by reading the following. The following is a work of fiction. Except for references to well-known historical figures and broad geographic areas (e.g., Pacific Ocean, Mexico) unnamed individuals and locations in this story are a total figment of my imaginat...