The sun, rising in the east, gradually burned the fog from the surface of the lake. During the past two hours, I'd consumed half a pot of coffee and smoked a dozen cigarettes. Robbie was checking over the houseboat, firing up the engines to check them out. Sitting on a barstool in the galley, wearing just my panties and bra, I kept thinking about what had ha...
The story is essentially true. The author welcomes comments. You might say I went straight from high school to a gay nightclub. The key word there is "straight." At least that's what I thought. When I was in high school in South Carolina, I played the guitar in what you would probably call a boy band. It was a bunch of us from school -- all reed-thin...
By the time the sun had risen a hand's span above the low hills, the convent was in sight, grey walls visible above the thick woods that covered the slopes below it. "Looks quiet," Webster commented, looking around. "Quiet before the storm," Gage countered, a prickle in the nerves along the back of his neck. "Look." He pointed through an archway, lower on...
A/N: This is a fanfic telling of Dragon Age: Origins, an RPG game produced by Bioware. This interlude is moderately AU involving Fem!Cousland/Cailan Theirin and the events happening before and after the attack on Highever Castle as well as Ostagar. The timeline does jump around a good deal in this tale. So bear with me. ~~~ Highever----4½ years prior to Os...
"It was later that evening, Madame Bentley had come and gone and Passepartout was alone in Fogg's quarters. "Faith," muttered Passepartout, somewhat flurried, "I've seen people at Madame Tussaud's as lively as my new master!" Madame Tussaud's "people," let it be said, are of wax, and are much visited in London; speech is all that is wanting to make them h...
CHAPTER SIX "The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand." - Frank Herbert The wooden table she remembered from her dream was piled high with food and Alma could feel her mouth water as her eyes roamed over it. Boiled ham, wooden bowls piled high with mashed potatoes, cabbage and carrots. She could see a joint of beef, ca...
This story was written by my late half brother Seasparks before he passed away. He never got the chance to submit the story before he died, although we did talk about it many times. So I am submitting his final story as a tribute to his memory. This is only the first chapter of many that he had written for this story. The rest of the story will be submitt...
Summoning the Incubus: Daylight Morning broke with a thin red gash of light along the crests of the mountaintops. Owls finally dared to close their eyes, and bats cautiously folded their wings. The night horrors and prowling beasts of the forest abandoned their hunts to drag bloodied carcasses back to their lairs. In the west, a handful of lingering stars...
This is my entry for the Literotica Halloween contest, my first contest entry ever! I really wrote the story more for me than the contest, but I think everyone will enjoy it just the same. Votes and comments appreciated, and as always, this is a copyrighted work. Happy Halloween, everyone! ~+~ "I'd never given much thought to how I would die. But dying in...
"...and then the guy just left, you know?" I went to take another sip of my beer and realized the glass was empty. I looked at it a second time, suspiciously, since I had no memory of finishing it. With these friends, you never knew if you did actually finish it, or someone else 'helped' you. I looked at Simon and Polly, who was still nursing a glass of whi...