“Mr. Derrick? Are you awake?” A nagging voice pulled at me trying to drag me out of that warm deep pit my mind had fled to. Slowly I opened an eye. Too of a cheerful smile greeted me. Where the hell was I? A look of concern filled this cheerful face. “Mr. Derrick you are at St. Stephens’s hospital. You were brought here two days ago.” Groaning slig...
Thank you so much for your patience and the continued perusal of the first four chapters by new readers while I've been taking a break for Christmas and New Years. I have certainly not lost interest in the Daemon's Tale and my inspiration is still as strong as ever -- I've actually taken to carrying a notebook to jot down ideas when I can't actually sit down...
It was an odd Sunday morning, two days after Christmas. Pushing the covers aside well past ten a.m., Jamie quickly realized how chilly it was in her bedroom. She pulled the covers back tight to her body. Still, the fact had planted in her head just how cold the house had become in the night's descent into unusually low temperatures. She got herself up, wr...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationship with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. Grateful thanks to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions and...
The stories I've submitted are my first few attempts on this forum. While I appreciate comments, please keep them respectful and relevant. I am writing these purely as a therapeutic outlet. All of the pieces I've submitted are accurate to my life experiences and most likely have been altered to serve a therapeutic purpose. For instance this piece is really a...
The war is finally over. The lady dressed in black bows her head as your King signs the last slip of paper, signing away her freedom and that of her people. Her proud features struggle to conceal signs of a broken spirit and she shakily rises to leave as she is dismissed. Yes, the war is over, and it is now time to celebrate your hard-fought victory. You gri...
Thanks for your comments! I kept going, trying to incorporate some of your suggestions. I'm still open for much more. Let me know what you think, the bad and the good. I have an idea of where I am taking them though I am always up to hear what you think. Thanks for the support! Ch. 2 He felt her heart slow and stop. The blood that had been flowing into him...
I have been wandering my villa like a ghost, reliving the past and narrating my loves to empty rooms. Writing this has seemed like recording the memories of a woman who no longer exists, like a desperate attempt to prove I was ever here at all. The pages of this manuscript have consumed me in recent weeks. I realize that I have been slowly removing myself fr...
Brandon could hear the steady drip from the faucet in the next room. Drip. Drip. Drip. He found the sound strangely soothing. Like a metronome, it provided him with a beat. With a beat. It was a constant. It was reliable. Like a pulse. Letting his eyes drift to the walls around him, he didn't need to come to any realization that he had no idea where he...
The Tahl-Mat made a quick, imperious gesture with one hand, the soft jangle of the golden bracelets adorning her wrist sounding a compelling note through the long room. Slowly silence spread on both sides of the table as one of the gorgeously plumed ladies hovering behind the seated women rustled forward to help the old empress to her feet. Alanna swallowed...