I was taking a long walk in the snow. It was so beautiful and wondrous watching the flakes pour down out of the dark sky. After a few blocks, I noticed someone else walking and reveling in the night. Slowly I gained ground and drew near the lone figure. By the grace of the gait and the hourglass shape of the long wool coat, I guessed it to be a woman walking...
Stormy sat listening to the Christmas Carols on the radio as she sipped hot cocoa, in a few days her family would be there to celebrate Christmas. She watched the new guy who just moved into town walking down the side walk, actually. More like slipping and falling on the ice. Stormy could not help but to laugh at the tall lanky young man in his middle thirti...
The chalet is on the mountain, off of the beaten path isolated and private. Our bags are delivered by snow mobile, as are the supplies. We take the gondola to the top of the mountain and ski to our chalet in the woods. It is difficult to find, the trails narrow and not well marked. And isolated. We arrive and get situated. I take a long hot shower while you...
I've left you bound rather simply; wrists tied behind your back, ankles and knees bound together, no knots incredibly tight. I blindfold you of course and deny you the view of the freshly fallen snow on this Northeast winter morning. We both love the snow but you have no idea how I might use it to torture, torment and debauch you. "Keep your back arched my...
Readers will remember from the first story, that Snowdrop had a secret little pond some miles away from her village. She found this place when she was little, and became lost far from home. She was about eight, and was a kind of loner even then when she stumbled onto this pretty, little pond. It is a nice grassy meadow with dappled sunlight coming through, a...
Author's note: In this instalment of Fucking Fairytales we experiment with one of the weirder tales. I have no idea why the characters behave the way they do in the original... but I hope some sex can make it better~! I've stayed very true to the original, though (so much, in fact, that it almost felt like cheating sometimes), resulting in a quick, humorous...
Chapter 21 The blizzard arrived just before dawn, with enough force that it almost extinguished the bonfire despite the windbreak. Fergus trudged over to Sarette. "Come help me!" he shouted over the howling of the wind. "If we move the firewood and build another wall closer to the fire, it'll keep it from going out!" "I'll do it!" she yelled back. "You sh...
Drew pulled his collar up closer to his ears. "What the fuck am I doing here? Its fucking cold, the snow is blowing, and I want to go fucking home" he thought. His angst was not North East, Maryland, the little town he had rented an apartment in. It was his desire for home in California. It's not rebuilding a prison and doubling its size, all while its 110%...
"Eight inches of snow, can you believe it!" Parrish yelled. Joseph, his little brother of eleven years, came running to the window still wiping the sleep from his eyes. Sara, their little sister who was too young to understand what all the fuss meant, still came up to the big picture window to look out. Parrish's face was close enough to the window his bre...
It was cold, and the snow had been falling for hours. I had been walking through the peaceful woods, through this snow, and it made me feel isolated: alone. The walk made me feel as if I was the only one in the world, and for a time that was comforting, the crunch of my knee-high boots on the crust, the snow falling lightly on my dark hair, my coat wrapped a...