On the eleventh day of Hrive 'Isia They arrived late in the evening. The celebration of Hrive 'Isia seemed to have stalled due to all the chaos of the Princess's abduction. She felt guilty over all the fuss that had been made over her. She was helped from her horse and quickly surrounded by the strong, feminine grip of Madrician. "Oh sister!" the young girl...
March in the Lake Tahoe area is usually cold and clear. Magnificent for winter sports but lousy for moving into a new house. Fortunately, it wasn't me who was doing the moving. It was Thursday and I was getting new next door neighbors without warning. I've moved myself several times in the past and I know what it's like to do it in bad weather, so I decid...
Dash Kringle glared at his father in shocked silence, two weeks before Christmas and the old man was just now telling him this. There was no way he could do it, not even if he wanted to, and he didn't, but the time his father had allotted him was absurd. Anger boiled in his veins, and threatened to explode. Did his father actually think that he would give up...
copyright July/2011 As usual there are no descriptive sexual scenes in this story. Please don't crucify me on the legal aspects I use here. I wrote this the way I think things should happen but perhaps, no it's definitely, not true to life. Damn shame but after all it's a fictional story. Constructive comments, emails, and critiques are welcome and appre...
I'm Back! If you haven't read the other parts of this storyline, it won't mean much to you. The next installment will be posted two day from this now, in NonConsent. Thanks for your time. Part five. If you chased me through all the categories so far, I admire your persistence. .................................................. Dr. Jillian Parker sat at h...
Braving frigid winds and driving snow, Nia marched up Washington Street. The tails of her tattered scarf fluttered behind making her appear to strain against a knit leash held by Mother Nature's fury. Although repeatedly delayed by beggars seeking spare change, she was determined to reach the shelter in time to help the others serve dinner—and it looked as i...
The morning sun rose over the mountain, I stood near the willow tree as the faint glow of sunlight began to filter over the town of Lonesome. Today was a new day, and new people set to arrive for another day in the tourist hot spot of Lonesome, Montana. Once a western movie location the town had been revitalized by the owner, Edward Brilliant; a self made...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your votes. I met Daniel at a Billy Joel Concert in Central Park two years ago. We were both alone and wandering through the crowd listening to the music. I remember it being so crowded but there were pathways cutout through the crowd to walk and, as if flowing water down a meandering stream, long lines of peopl...
Notice: This story is an ongoing role-play I have with a friend of mine. Characters copyrighted to their respective owners (MoonSilver to Champagne, 2008. Dominic to Dante, year unknown.) Also, my thanks to CatSleek for her editing of the writing. MoonSilver loped through the woods, her pace an easy one as she was not expecting anything to happen. She coul...
Dark, gloomy and raining. Perfect night for someone in my line of work. Everybody will be packed inside The Grey Wolf Pub tonight, all nice and tight like. A bump here or there with an "excuse me" apology and just like that they'll be a few coins lighter. All with none any the wiser. A few drinks, many stories, lots of laughter and maybe even bed a wench or...