Jen entered the Church, dipped her hand in the Holy water and made a sign of the cross. She took a deep breath and headed towards the confessional. Before she went she took one last deep breath. Although at 37 yrs old, she has done this many times before it always made her anxious. She entered the confessional and knelt down on the kneeler. A screened window...
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Hello Preston, Do you remember me? I'm Angela. With me on my knees and with you having a view of the top of my head more than any other part of me, you may not remember what I look like. You may not remember my pretty face. Other than recognizing my big tits, your favorite part of me along with my talented mouth, you may not remember who I am at all, espec...
The world was simple and unchanging. There was the Pan, that endless expanse of hardpan and brush that surrounded everything. There was the Tribe. There was the Home. That was all. That was how it had always been. That was how it would always be. The men of the Tribe would hunt the Rach and Drom and Kett out on the dry Pan during the day and watch the sky at...
The pungent smell of ammonia startled Garrit. Unable to see with his blurred vision from sleep, he tried to rub his eyes. Yet, his wrists painfully hit a sharp metal brace. The metal brace felt like handcuffs. His hands were behind his back. Bright light blinded him. He could hear heavy boots pacing and turning on the floor. His vision became clearer. A sma...
"Well, I suppose this is one interesting way to die," Hugh muttered as he dragged the unconscious guard into the bushes behind the cathedral. The Witch's list had been sufficiently vague that they could improvise to a certain degree, and sufficiently specific that their ultimate goals were clear. The ends were all that mattered, the means... Hugh was just g...
Chapter 7: Arthur vs. the Post Arthur groaned as he woke. It took a moment to remember where he was. He got up on his knees and elbows and wiped the soil off his face. His left eye wouldn't open; a crust of dried blood and dirt kept it glued shut. His head throbbed when he sat upright. The light seemed too bright at first; the moon illuminated the camp from...
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In the year that Lord Twelve Serpents sacrificed his nine virgin daughters to make the rain fall from the sky again was born into the world a child. And at his first cry his mother rolled up her eyes into her head and chanted: He shall be called Jaguar Claw He shall eat up his enemies And sacrifice their daughters Their blood shall rise to heaven And prais...
Father Timothy Rushmore moved around the small chapel of his last parish and heaved a deep sigh. He didn't want to give up his home of nearly twenty years but it was time to go. Time to retire and enjoy the life. He was only fifty-two and the whole world was at his feet. He smiled and looked up into the brilliant stained glass panels that depicted angels acc...