I awoke with the memory of sweet scent and a chill wind against my bare chest. The rocky ground I had lain on was warm where my body had made contact. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I looked around the scorched surroundings, remembering how decimated this world was when we first arrived. I then realised that she was no longer with me. My eyes scanned the barr...
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Chapter Twelve Syriaca fell to his knees as he watched his king perish before him. This couldn't be. Cassius can't be dead. Tears stung his eyes as he saw his dearest friend fade from life. His cold, dead eyes stared straight into Syriaca's as Thalanil twisted Cassius's head his way before his body slumped to the ground. The air escaped his middle and the...
He placed his hands on either side of his head and tried to breathe. Was he dead yet? Had he finally willed himself to nothingness? But he could still hear the music....the hurtful, angry music that he listened to because he felt hurtful, angry, and oh-so-destructive. Could one hear when one was dead, could one press fingers that glistened white like cancer...
"Remarkable," Dr. Kaspar said, lifting his pale, greenish-gray eye from the microscope. He rubbed the back of his neck with slender fingers, and at a loss for words, he repeated, "Remarkable." Behind him, Dr. Gamache nodded. A set of thick glasses bobbed on the bridge of his hawkish nose. Gamache couldn't remember the last time that Kaspar had difficulty fi...
Zack laid back on his private island watching the girls having a butt battle by the pool. In this battle, competitors would stand a top a small platform in the middle of the water and try to knock the other girl off while only using their asses. Todays competitors were Momiji and Honoka. The two were battling fiercely with neither giving in to the others att...
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The young woman was the spitting image of the woman Garrit had raped. His lips started unconsciously quivering. Suppressing all his thoughts and reactions, he keenly observed his supervisor introduce the young visitor. His supervisor was a woman in her mid forties. The shoes were large blocky British country woman's shoes. A bad curl job made the supervisor...
Eight o'clock on a July evening - and you had been walking all day, stopping at pubs on the way, drinking heavily. And now you were on the Strand passing the ivy-grown church. In the distance across the waters the great red sinking sun flashed its rays. And there before you rose an old-style Methodist chapel. You thought at once of those early preachers thr...
Wanda Rhodes awoke abruptly. She'd always woken being fully aware, this time it was no different, but she wished she hadn't. Her upper torso hurt with unbelievable pain. She tried to move her head, but she couldn't, either she was too weak, or she was restrained. It didn't make a difference one way or another, it sucked either way. Her field of view was lim...