In the chill of the barracks, there was warmth that could only be found in the embrace of another. Thale had learned that in the early days, when he had been brutalized by a training regime focused on determining his talents. He could still remember the day that everything changed. He had been a child - maybe twelve, thirteen cycles. The training master, a...
Chapter 1: The Reunion Keiji The sun was high when the Bard, the Monk and the Barbarian left The Dancing Harlequin's inn. The trio had spent a couple days there, hoping to catch wind of dragon news. Fortune did smile upon them on the second day, as a panicked half-elf had barged in, screaming nonsense about a 'great, red winged beast that flew close by...
Harry's Notes: No matter how this story began or the time it took simmering and chilling from then to now, I've concluded there must be peace within us to accomplish any worthwhile objective, something only you can determine. Follow your own path my friend and be still. ***** Graveside: Lizzie felt silly in heels and a dress trying to wield a shovel and s...
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Copyright Oggbashan October 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * I was hot, irritated and annoyed with myself for bein...
[Part 3] O was in a high state of excitement about the rest of the day at the Mansion, which she believed would include, at least: her assisting the teacher with a sex education class for novice monks; being the attending maid at the Ceremony of the Cherry for the smoking hot Red Robe girl Rosita; and perhaps some fun with her wicked blonde roommate Joy (th...
Chapter Three: Bronze Huntress Like a colossus, the skyscraper towered over the City of Manhattan. A gleaming spike of steel and brick over one hundred stories tall, topped by a dirigible mooring mast, it dwarfed the structures around it into insignificance. On the 86th floor of this impressive building, an elevator door opened. Her face flush with excitem...
You are warned that some people will find that the sex in the story below shocks them. IF IN DOUBT OR UNDER 18, READ SOMETHING ELSE. This story contains no reference to real events or to real people This story may be reproduced in any form provided credit is given to Penelope Caesar. * * * * * The Monsignor had given up trying to talk to the driver more...
A few days later, Maria Clare led the young novitiate down the dark curving steps that led to the more remote catacombs beneath the convent. It was a place the young novitiate had been warned never to enter. Now within the bowels of that deserted section they entered a large room that appeared to have been a place of recent activity. There were candles and o...
Author's Note: My contribution for the Halloween 2003 Contest was not inspired by Ghosts or Ghouls or Vampires. Instead it was inspired by people. People who look like you and I do, but who live with their own 'demons', their other selves. Thank you for taking the time to read it and I look forward to your votes and thoughts. *** It was Lisa's fault, it re...