Just before she went to meet with him, Illyana went to the girls' room. She took her time there: blushing her cheeks with a dark wine rouge, darkening her lips with a thick, luscious lip-gloss. She spent a good deal of time just combing out her long, honey-blonde hair, looking at the way it shimmered in the mirror, imagining how Scott would run his hands thr...
When I started writing this, I had a vague idea of telling a short tale about a Warlock/Lawyer type. I only had the roughest idea of where to go with the story. As I get busy I can't write—but I can think, and now I have the full story plotted out. It is taking a bit longer than I thought. It should be wrapped by the end of summer, but I also thought that I...
CHAPTER 3 -- ABANDON DECORUM His eyelids weighed a ton, yet he stared distantly in the dark. Shy was restless after Tabor had woken him up and then nearly blasted him—and quite possibly the entire apartment building—into nuclear ash. Nothing could distract his mind from the stress headache that throbbed in his temples, neither the big elephant-in-the-room w...
When I pick her up she has on a peasant skirt and a white sleeveless blouse, buttoned high, but not too high. The blouse is sheer enough that the shadow of a purple bra shows through. I laugh and tell her she couldn't possibly be wearing anything more unsuited to a motorcycle ride up into the mountains. I try and tell her she should change, but she doesn't w...
Gyllen was weakly leaning over the wooden barrier of the poop deck whilst on his quivering knees as it rocked back and forth across the waves. He tied his hair back into a bunch, keeping it far away from his face in fear of retching into the ocean and getting chunks of this morning's breakfast tangled in his tresses. Not the most attractive situation the pri...
"Congratulations to us," Malcolm said, touching his little plastic cup to my bottle of water. "And a job exceptionally well done to you, Melody." "It was a joint effort, Malcolm," I demurred. It was Thursday evening, and we were on our way back to Seattle. "Considering all the ideas originated with you, that's arguable." He smiled, settling back in to his...
Rose's mouth dropped open. "Poker? I thought it was just supposed to be a social sort of get-together." The three of them sat at the table in the loft surrounded by containers of the Chinese food that Rose had brought home. "Yeah," Kayla smiled, "That's what it'll be. It's just going to have a poker game as the focal point, that's all." Rose shook her head...
{Author’s Note: This story is based very loosely on true events; several circumstances have been changed, and names have definitely been altered to keep a certain someone from being discovered by the rest of the feminine population...nyah, nyah, he’s all mine right now...} ************* It all began with a conversation. Five friends sat at a table in the...
November came along, and with it came the winter. The last of autumn had gone, and there was a definite chill in the air. Rain became more and more common, and the fresh air of the English coast was a surprisingly welcome entity in my life. My life settled back into a certain amount of normality. My 'shared' experience with Sarah put our relationship in a...
Originally published in "The Discerning Gentleman's Weekly" Volume IX, number 18 Issue dated March 25th 1896 It has been some days since last I took up my pen to add to this sad and sorry narrative of shame. I could not bring myself to resume the thread, but after days of drink and despair I knew that I must return to my notebook, locked in the drawer of...