Paris Lelaire was doing what he always did in the morning after his breakfast of oatmeal and hardboiled eggs: shoveling horseshit. Big, steaming, fly-infested, green piles of horseshit. Even worse, this being the week of the Festival of Aurora, and his mother owning the only stable in the village, he had a lot more horseshit to shovel than usual. Lightwatch...
This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...
Ok, folks... as promised, here's the next chapter. It isn't quite as long as I thought it was going to be, but long enough. I spent a fair amount of time editing, adding a bit here, taking out a bit there, which explains why it took so long; I'm introducing some new people, too, so bear with me. As usual, I fully expect to piss off some liberals, but to be h...
The Far Side of the Sun December Heidi Stillwell winced as the shrill throbbing cadence of her alarm clock penetrated the early morning fog, causing her to bolt upright even as she became aware of a deep pain resonating somewhere behind her right eye. She tried to rub five hours of sleep from her eyes, tried to connect with the realities of the day ahead,...
Author's Note: The horror genre has always been one of my favorites. I had a great deal of fun writing this one. If you enjoy it, please feel free to vote and comment. Thanks! * The cool fall evening was beginning to turn dark as the sounds of dead leaves crunched underneath our feet. We could see the bonfire in the distance grow bigger with each step and...
Chapter Seven: A Marriage, A Sacrifice, A Vengeance Sought Still... -A few Days' Time- "Casting Silence over the battlefield hinders magick users from verbally initiating spells. This grants a special advantage for you over magick-heavy parties for it prohibits White Mages from utilizing the entirety of their spellbooks. All Colored Magick is verbally cast...
Chapter 15 – Opening the Kimono Karen's face lit up the twenty-seven inch screen on the iMac in Alice and Julie's shared home office. The sisters were having their first serious communication together via FaceTime since the Thanksgiving holiday weekend when the 'Big Swap' had taken place with Alice and Julie going to Karen's in Ohio, and Candy joining Dave...
For Paige Prelude I sat in the chair at the kitchen table looking at the arrangement of Calla lillies I had gone to pick up from the florist only a few hours ago. Their beauty mocked the feelings that were dwelling inside what soul I had left. She had texted it. That was how my marriage had ended. With a text. Four words: We need 2 talk. Are you fucking ki...
Authors note: I strongly urge you to read all of the preceding chapters. With the context they provide, this chapter and those that follow will be much more enjoyable for you. Without knowing the characters and from whence they sprang the story may not make much sense. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relatio...
Some 27.000 words about nothing. Undoubtedly that's what some will say. Hopefully others will see it differently... The basis of this story is sex trafficking. That is not romantic in any way: it's probably the lowest of all low and abusive businesses in existence, and I'm aware of that. This is mostly about the aftermath though, and with the help of the a...