On that high pinnacle of rock, in the midst of a fresh snowfall from the avalanche, and surrounded by the majesty of the mountains and the wreckage of the enemy army, I sat on Scar's lap, and we kissed. This hard soldier, with his scarred face and his wild hair, he was mine, and it was an amazing feeling. We buried ourselves in that kiss, it was as if we wer...
(Author's Note: I had a different title for this when I first submitted this to an Editor here at Literotica for a better perspective on it. JadeQ was kind enough to agree to do it and her first touch was to suggest a new Title. I loved it. So Jade, my many thanks for a much better title and the many great suggestions you gave me. I also have to say one oth...
Years of training for war had him ready to defend himself and reciprocate the blow as he hit the hard ground, his attacker on top of him. Rade couldn't make out the man's features, but knew that he had the intent of hurting his opponent in his mind. Blindly, Rade swung at the shadow's face, hearing a satisfying crunch. The figure keened and drew back, hands...
My wife has a scar under her chin. It has been there since childhood, and is not the result of a single incident, but rather of multiple encounters with the driveway, the tree limb, the hockey stick, and any other hard object in the vicinity. When she has had quite enough guff, thank you very much, she leads with that chin, and the scar becomes visible. I be...
The door opened with a creak, her pushing bags inside in front of her. Her heels clacking on the tile floor of the laundry room, her bags falling in a heap onto the floor: lesson plans, binders, and papers to grade spilling everywhere. She heard everything tumble out of the bag but she paid no attention, she'd pick it up later. She stepped out of the heels,...
We laid Clonk to rest under a great cairn of stones just outside the camp. The captain and squad chanted an old soldier's dirge to mark his passing, the first of our squad. I knelt before the cairn and thought about Clonk's life and death. He had crept out in the middle of the night to raid the wine store, so the devils in his life had lead to his death. But...
Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Eight: *Pain and More Pain I met with Ena the next afternoon; she didn't have any information for me, so I paid her the fifty silvers she was owed and headed back to the inn. I dodged Fergus in the common room, instead sending down for supper, determined to enjoy it with my husband -- and perhaps tell him what I'd done. He'd bee...
*There is actually a tattooing franchise called Twisted Ink. I borrowed the name for this story. I came up with the story because of my minor experiences with the tattooing profession...and also because I have a scar like Emily does. Hope you all enjoy!* * Emily entered the tattoo parlor, feeling more than just a little out of place. The building was surr...
Forever is too long. I put my story in writing only a couple of months later, when I was trying to settle into life as a student at healer's school. At the time, my life seemed so very long. Now, fifty years later, I know that I cannot love Scar forever, as my own time is fast drawing to a close, and he has already passed on. Before I pass on, I've decided...
It was lunch, and I was going to sit and eat with her. Everyone had told me she had some sort of scar, and was very standoffish because of it. Apparently she was quite self-conscious because of that scar. Her brown hair was brushed so it covered the right side of her face, and she perpetually kept her head down, trying to cover it. I had only worked there...