A/N: This is my very first submission on literotica. This story will have romance and some light vanilla sexual interactions later. But it's mostly plot and development. § is a symbol that will be next to a word in my story that will be defined at the end of a chapter. This is a made up world, so there will be some strange words/and or languages as well as...
Jonathan was not inclined to leave the warmth of the Wizards Sanctum dormitory room, now that he was dry. The weather outside was the same as it had been for several days - unrelenting rain. Not unusual for the city of Stormwind, the human capital of the Alliance in Azeroth, but familiarity did not make being cold and wet any more appealing. Of course, nobod...
Spring. Spring is a time of renewal, a time for life. All of the trees are starting to turn green with new leaves. Cherry blossoms are rampant. The warmth brings children out to play in the streets again. Birds are singing, and building nests. Housewives hang their bedding out to air after the long, harsh winter. In Japan, the spring of 1945 was a time of...
We stood side by side in the dim lights beside the canal. The pastor intoned the sacred words from his red book, solemnising the union that had started as a liaison many years before on a different continent. Had I listened to the backward opinions around me, I would never have arrived at this moment. Let me tell you something about that. I was born in Rwan...
The Patron, The beginning or is it? This is a story form a time of two to three hundred yeas ago in England when times were not so good for women and girls of lower class if they ever found themselves alone without protection. With disease rampant many children were left parent less orphans these are the tales of some of the girls of that time. Some will...
Decoding the Past Changes the Future Saturday, Morning "Chief O'Brien, there is not enough debris to even tell if there was a body." ~~~~~~~ What happened to Meridian? On Friday night, after eating a bit Meridian felt off. She turned up the stereo. Fuck, how much worse could one day get?! Something is wrong. Screw it, I'm packing a bag and I'm out of he...
I started as a gopher, sixteen years old with my entire life until that point spent within the, not too strict, confines of St. Barnabus' orphanage. It was Miss Fylde, who worked there as a drama and art teacher, that arranged the interview with the theatre manager. He told me years later that I got the job because of the expression on my face as he showed m...
I woke up sweating and scared; it had been a bad dream. Just two weeks ago, I turned 10 and was so happy. The following week my parents had been killed in a car accident. There were no relatives, so I had been sent to an orphanage. I felt so alone and had nightmares every night. The nuns were really good. They had taken me in and treated me like a son. I wou...
+++++++++ I was not there the day this happened - I had been there on other days - and was again after this. So this is fiction - just a letter such a I might have been writing home on that day. But the facts are real - this is what it was really like. +++++++++ 5 December, 1965 My Love, I ache- what can I say? You're 12,000 miles away and I miss you, I...
Dedicated to my Lord Justin who brought out the maiden in me. A young maiden was walking along the road one late autumn afternoon. The trees were thick on both sides. The shadows were beginning to lengthen and you could feel a chill in the air. Between the thick carpet of fallen leaves and the density of the trees the road seemed to narrow; or perhaps it...