I remember it well. She always tried making me go to church with her, with me always managing to avoid going… Until this day, that is. She finally managed to back me into a corner, forcing me to go… But from the moment I lost, I actually won. Suddenly my mind willed with thoughts that some might find a bit on the crazy side, but no, no, no, not her, I knew h...
Anybody not 18 please leave, anybody who finds this story upsetting please leave, and anybody who thinks I'm going to hell for writing this please leave have any comments please e-mail me. All flames will be laughed at so please keep those to a bare minimum Preface 667 small village in the Virginia Colony Samuel Priest is a demon hunter. Good, bad it di...
There are things in the world of Alther that need to be done, Aura's mother told her when she was very little. Bread to be baked. Clothing to be sewn. Armor and weapons to be made, and then enchanted. Everyone in the world has their place. Aura's mother was a seamstress and her father a bread maker. Her parents planned for her to be a seamstress as well. Exc...
I was raised in a Catholic household. We didn't go to church every Sunday, but we were respected members of the parish community never the less. From an early age, I was taught to revere priests and nuns. But more than revere them, I came to fear and honor them. Priests especially, because they were my channel to God. For most girls my age, speaking to a fam...
You are a soldier of ancient Rome. You have fought long and hard and are returning with Your battalion to Naples. You will be visiting the various temples to offer Your thanks for Your victory and for Your survival. Your last visit will be to the one to ensure that the vineyard You return to after your battles will be fruitful. You will visit the temple of P...
The woman sat in her chambers tapping one long nail against the table with impatience. Halariya tuned out the sound of screams as they echoed from under the door. Raising a brow to the door, she reached for the folder on the other side of the table. Taking a peek at the assignment was against the rules, but obviously if she was sitting in these chambers, it...
In the months since Curtis had started his "employment" with Mama and moved into the rambling old Victorian mansion his life had changed considerably. HE had changed considerably... His hair, always full, and still dark thank goodness, had started growing out. The first time Mama had taken him to her salon to get his hair cut and styled was both hideously em...
"So Fraulein," the priest asked. "Which one shall I whip you with?" Eden was really scared now. The immediacy of her situation frightened her like nothing had ever frightened her before and truth, she'd faced death several times these past hundred plus years of vampiric life. That Gunther was going to beat her, just to do the act, not to get information, no...
This is a work of pure fiction. Any relation between the events and characters herein and reality is coincidence and may the gods help anyone who has done anything like this. This first story is “slow-burn” because I am first and foremost a storyteller. Later stories will assume an understanding of the Way, and will be a little more fast-burn. Also be aware,...
Chapter 1, Writer's Block Father Charles Dodson, the handsome young pastor of St Joseph's Catholic church, was sitting at the small writing desk in his upstairs bedroom, trying to work on his Sunday sermon, but he just sat quietly staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. He picked up a sharpened number two pencil and at the top of the paper wrot...