In the first part of my narrative I gave a full, frank and most disturbing account of the problem that had been laid before my eminent friend, Mr Sherlock Holmes. I cannot bear to write it again so, if you have not already made yourself aware of the incredibly delicate matter in which I was involved I would suggest that you first read Part 1 of this account....
Inspired by the role-playing game The Extraordinary Adventures of Baron Munchhausen this is a place for us to take on a character and share hot or amazing fictional stand alone scenes of erotica. This is an experiment likely doomed for failure, but I thought I'd see how it flew. The Premise We are all distinguished members in good standing of a very exclusiv...
8:30pm The Vamps came off stage. James: Whoooooooh! As he through his arms in the air. Just as they were about to crack open the champagne to celebrate their first night supporting 1D on their world tour, they saw the 1D boys creep up behind them. Harry: Hey guys! Well done on the performance, go get yourself some bitches tonight! Connor: Haha, dunno...
It was one of those unbearably hot London days where the heat brings no pleasure but merely becomes a stifling blanket that lies over the great city, making people restless and short-tempered. My friend Sherlock Holmes would have been pacing the room eagerly awaiting news of criminal activity as he always referred to it as a 'murderous heat', making tempers...
The empty shell of the townhouse still smouldered as the fire crew carried out the charred remains of another victim. The corpse soon joined the line of black body bags behind a parked ambulance, hidden from the gathered TV cameras. No doubt an effort to give them a dignity in death that they didn't have in life. So… what happened at this old townhouse? DC B...
[Note: This is an alternative timeline different from our own. Modern and the anachronistic mix.] Arsène Lupin III, grandson of the famous, the greatest, "Gentleman Burglar" who was even a match for Sherlock Holmes, was with, for the lack of a better term, his 'best friend', Daisuke Jigen. The best world's best marksman and former hitman for hire,...
As agreed, we met at a small open-air coffeeshop in the more relaxed area of downtown. It was the sort of commercial neighborhood that was designed to make patrons look professional but hip. I'm sure that if I were looking I'd see a Starbucks or a Bruegger's somewhere nearby. I found her seated at a corner table under a large, and potentially real, potted fi...
Maria Vargas looked down disappointedly at the book in her lap, La Casa de los Diablos. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked at the clock in the Captain's Lounge once again. The hands did not seem to want to move. She hated flight delays, especially when she was headed home for her month-long Christmas break from Smith College. Once again she ran her eyes...
"Before you kill me," said the old man, "let me tell you how I got this way." Funny how vampires suddenly want to stop for a chat when you have a sharpened stake jabbed into their ribcage. What the hell, I thought, I might as well humour him. The story he told me made me realise that this was going to be a case that Nicole would be interested in. Nicole is...
-This is to be the first chapter of a series, so I apologize for the slowish introduction, I had to set the scene- ~The Scrawler~ When is life ever fair? Tom thought to himself sullenly, pretending to listen to the history lecture. When he had been young, his mother had told him to be patient, that good things come to those who wait. Tom wasn't sure he b...