Vicki Vale wasn't sure what to expect as she drove up to Wayne Manor. She'd texted him, half-expecting the number to be changed, but instead had gotten a firm agreement on finally getting her interview. She pulled up on the roundabout, expecting there to be someone to take her car, but no one. Tacky as it was, she killed the engine and left it there. It wasn...
Ivy walked the halls of power. She'd never seen them intact before. Ripping through them with her vines, yes, but not like this. It was fascinating, anthropologically speaking. Here was where old men decided how long the Earth should live once they were done with it, where forests were reduced to numbers and those numbers subtracted, divided, zeroed. Where a...
This story is best enjoyed if you imagine yourself watching a televised sporting event. While there are real places and one real school mentioned, all characters are totally fictitious and it's all in good fun-NOT to be taken seriously. I had a lot of fun writing this silliness-hope you enjoy! Comments and feedback are cherished! All characters are over 1...
Ever since the day Nilrem was born he had never seen or experienced a single instance of magic in his entire life, which was odd, because the world he lived in was allegedly filled with it. His small mountain village of Morningwoods once had a wizard, an alchemist, and a sorceress who had all been fairly powerful in their day, but when little Nilrem was born...
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Actual historical figures or living people represented are done strictly for context and humour, I lay no claim to them. If you had trouble following the plots of Pulp Fiction or Four Rooms because of the back-and-forth timelines, just turn around and leave now, as...
Authors note: this is based on some actual events from years ago. Obviously, I've changed details to protect me and added to make a better story. I'm considering making it a series. Enjoy, and please leave feedback. ***** "Yeah, I guess I just wasn't a fan," she said. "Of what? The weather? Hills? People, food?" I asked. "All of it, really. San Francisco...
The author retains all copyright to and within this story. There is no sex so no need to affirm ages of characters. A slightly longer short story in this series than normal, and one which reflects my mood today, I guess. Enjoy – or not. ***** "Hey Dad, you have a minute?" I looked at my son, and felt that flash of pride that always went through me when...
March (2) I quite like painting. It's a mindless, stress-free sort of activity. Unlike some of the jobs I've had, there's that immediate sense of having achieved something tangible. This morning, the room was a strange half-pink, half-blue hybrid like a newborn's room where the parents were hedging their bets. Now just a few hours later it was completely bl...
The next morning I was awakened by what to me had become a strange sound: the ringing of the telephone. As I went to answer it I realized with a start to what extent Paul and I had isolated ourselves from the world around us. We had, in effect, completely cut ourselves off from friends and social life, at first out of happiness with the self-sustaining conte...
Her stomach churned in the most awful way; as if there were very agitated butterflies in her stomach and not in a cute way either. Bile began to rise from her stomach, making its way up Sophie's throat. Quickly covering her mouth, she sprinted to the closest tree and threw up the contents in her stomach. Groaning Sophie wiped her mouth with the back of he...