The Kingdoms of Jocasta are a realm full of magic and wonder. It has sights to take your breath away and tearfully thank the Three Gods for their almighty creations. From the twisting spires of Oedipolis, the floating island of the Tempest Sea, the Flaming Golem of Amethyst River, the ash deserts of The Forsaken East. It is a land of opportunity and adventur...
When I woke up in The Midnight Hotel things were different there was someone there. He was signing out and I went up and confronted him. "Who are you?" He glanced up and smiled. "Oh hey. You're the other one who stays here, huh?" "Yes? You too?" "Yeah. What's your name?" "... Rise" "Rise huh... Fitting... You can call me Gates." "How many times have yo...
[[50 years after the story of Theo, The Blood Angel of Lescatie]] CHAPTER 3: Agrat, Empress of Monsters. Reikshold. The beautiful castle stood in the heart of Reikshold, a violet-pink heaven for monster girls and their humans whom they now treated as valued husbands. Laughter and joy was never in short supply amongst the pleasure gardens, its hidden coves...
Author's Note: This story is based in the same world as in the story "Howling Roar" by DarkWolfKnight7. I have permission from the author to use the idea world, but the story is completely mine. This is my first time writing a story of this caliber, so please don't flame or leave horrible comments. But constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy. ^-^ She lau...
Age 19 Red Haired Female -- Diseased Preface The following story is of intense nature. You may wish to read this preface to put things into perspective. If you do not like spoilers, do not read this preface. The central theme of the story is projection of love onto people. We have a tendency to fantasize about the subjects of our adoration. We see a cowor...
We won't tell him. Ever. He has been so limitlessly sad since Julian died. There is nothing to do but stay next to him and hope he gets over it soon. It is mid-winter now in the fourth year of no more Julian. If he hadn't been under doctor's care, we don't know what would have become of him. He has slit his wrists twice now and sleeps rarely. We take turns...
"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and the other begins?" -Edgar Allan Poe, "The Premature Burial" *** Wallace dreaded nothing more than being alone in the dark, here of all places. Clarence had the lantern, and although he was an old man he was faster, so Wallace had to run to kee...
Witches and wizards never die. They are here now and are here to stay. ...And so isn't Satan. Founded in 1623 with a population of about 41,000, as taken by the 2010 census, Salem, Massachusetts is a city in Essex County of about eighteen square miles. Nearly all the homes are more than one hundred years old and there are many houses that are more than two...
(chapter 3 here, this one is much longer. I tried a lot harder on this one. Thanks guys.) * Arthur Livingston was a gigantic man, standing roughly 6 '10 with a skinny frame. His face matched his frame, thin and boney, with thinning brown hair and brown eyes. I saw him clearly as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light. My senses were in hyper drive. My ey...
Mark sat with his head in his hands. He had seen Sally pulled into the tent, but had heard nothing since then. The place seemed eerily quiet. Small bands of the buxom women - who Mark now knew were under the command of this 'clown' Julia told him about - roved the amusement park, trying to find Jessica. He was pretty sure he was safe. If they saw him, they'...