"Mayday! Mayday! We're losing power! Mayday!" It was tense in the chartered Twin Otter, a reliable aircraft that had flown many similar routes in its life. This flight was taking it over the vast Landes forest on the way from San Marino to the beaches at Mimizan on the Gold Coast of France. But the Atlantic was still a long way off. Here there were only tre...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, livin...
Authors note: Here is my Halloween story for 2014, hope you enjoy. * The self-proclaimed Witch-Hunter General, Matthew Hopkins, rode into the small village of Mistlea expecting to see the church flock greet his arrival with rabid anticipation and old hags already in custody. His reputation since hanging a coven of twenty-three witches at Manningtree for d...
Jun'ai stepped into the glade. Trees with wide reaching branches cast the area in shade. A narrow trickle of water wandered through the rocks. The grass here was tall. Reeds hugged the water's edge. There was a butte of crumbling shale overlooking the creek. The shelf of rock hung over the water. Jun'ai froze. On the rock ledge was a hulking tiger. The cat...
Yshomatsu entered a small abandoned cave; he stood at a close six feet one inch. A hooded robe came to a stop around deep emerald eyes staring into the cobweb infested area. Neatly close trimmed red goatee around a slight grin. Remembering the cave as it used to be over one hundred years ago, a spot off to the side where his bed mat laid. Many scrolls clumpe...
Chapter Seven: The Arrival Exhausted from her ordeal of the previous night, Pat slept through most of the next day. Her captors woke the violated young woman up at some point in the afternoon, to feed her and Dr. Murray. She had to endure their cruel taunts of whether she preferred the diet that afternoon, or the meat they had fed her the previous night. Pa...
Last night, I drifted off to sleep in a blissful daze as Jack read to me, and I kept getting little flashes of our life together 10, 20, 50 years down the road. They were peaceful thoughts, and sleep found me quickly... I dreamed in fragments of gold and blue for a while. There were only streaks of color, and I felt lost in the never ending sea of hues and...
I will tell you now how I was raped, and met my captor. I awoke in darkness. From the smell of donkey, and the jolting motion, I realized immediately that I was in a covered cart. My hands and feet were bound, and I had been gagged. My forehead didn't hurt where it had been struck, though I felt a bump there. I was unafraid. On the contrary I felt a strang...
Bardic Cycle Date: March 28, 2095, evening Locations: City of the Suns, village of Athenia, and wilderness to the west This story contains magic and sometimes psionics (mental powers). The story is about Reison Whisper Wind, a young half-elf warrior who wants to become a bard, and his three newlywed human wives -- the high priestess Tia, the warrior monk...
One moment she had been in her relatively modern living room in France, and in a nostalgia-laden whimsy and semi-naked, trying on a pair of charcoal thigh-high stockings just for herself alone, much too young an item for her now, and then suddenly in the very next moment she was standing straight and very upright inside the close confines of a narrow and dar...