Angelos City, Angelorian continent, Seraphia; 3432: Davariel watched his best friend, Kabiel, spread his black wings and take to the lavender and pink streaked heavens. The sun was dipping into a golden ocean, its rays stabbing slashes of light in a breathtaking display. The dazzling display of nature left Davariel unmoved. Loneliness was a hollow feeling...
My name is Ira Petrova, and there are two reasons why everybody wants me. First of all, I sell it all. If you've got an addiction, then for a price, I can help you in your race to hit rock bottom. Over the years, I've worked my way up from being a girl with a backpack full of felonies, barely making a profit, to being the queen of my own little empire. Whet...
At first there seemed to be nothing in the cave but an impenetrable gloom, but then she saw the eyes: bright golden yellow eyes like two lanterns shining in the darkness. And then the dragon moved forwards into the light, his talons clicking on the rock floor, his huge, lean but powerful body with its glittering armour of blood-red scales seeming to material...
Author's Note: I'd like to thank XXXecil for the creation of such vivid worlds, and for his unique openness towards other authors playing in them. I've been a fan for a number of years, and this is my contribution to a great body of work. I only hope I do it justice. I believe he's taking commissions now, if you ever have an idea you'd like to see developed...
Awoken An uneasy silence filled the room. He had been sitting, unmoving and deep in thought for longer than he could remember. The plain room that had become his sanctuary and his prison was completely empty save an unusually large stack of books in one corner and a mattress in the other. As quiet and empty as the windowless white-washed room was; his mind...
I had this dream one night and a few days later it came back to me. It is actually based on two separate incidents from my own life, combined with the resulting news coverage of each. I wrote it down and now submit it, for whatever it may be worth. I've been writing for many years, but only for my own self-gratification. Submitting my output for peer review...
This story takes a bit to get going. This is called plot. This is a story inspired by old fashioned pulp tales, the kind of fiction, I devoured as a child and still favor. I hope that you enjoy it. ***** Michael Pierce and his brother-in-law, Denton Whitemarsh burst into the constable's office in Calcutta, both were in extreme excitement, but Michael seeme...
The story contained herein is fiction. It is intended purely as entertainment for the reader. You may not reproduce my work without my explicit consent. * Consciousness took the stage my eyes fluttering open, a bright light piercing my retinas, blinding my newly opened light receptors, forcing them inert once more. Sitting up quickly, my brain threatenin...
'Twas a different time, a different place. Where mythical creatures lived, sorcerer's reigned and royalty ruled the day and others. 'Tis a tale filled with magic, deception, pain, pleasure and perhaps love. A story which is as old as time itself but as fresh as the morning dew. It all begins, once upon a time. The young woman who lived here did so reluctant...
Something shifting against my body stirs me awake, and when I open my eyes a huge grin immediately bursts out across my face when I catch sight of Cassandra. She tugs the bed sheets tighter to her body, still oblivious to the world, a small sleepy yet sensual sigh coming out of her parted lips. Gently tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear, I tak...