This story goes back to when there were no mobiles and no internet or e-mail, so "Dating" personal adverts were largely confined to newspapers, with voicemail for a prerecorded message to be heard and responded to. Telephone kiosks abounded, too. In the UK they had closing doors and were made up of tiny, thick, near-vandal-proof panes of glass and had heavy,...
I would like to apologize for the long delay since the last installment. Life attacked in a big way and I had one hell of a case of writer's block on this piece. I seriously considered ending the story. Every time I pulled it up, I just sat there. I wrote other things, some very good. However, I just couldn't move forward. Then one afternoon, I had a scrap o...
The giant three hundred foot tall white marble statue of Paladin Fierabras stood looking out from its plinth across the curved sandy bay with an Easterly breeze blowing gently across the land as the little girl sat on the green grass enjoying the warmth of the sun as she continued on with her studies. Her small hands danced through the air as she played wit...
© 2018 Literocat [Summer Lovin' 2018 contest entry] Two years ago our extremely distressed 40 year old neighbor, Florence, banged on our door while screaming for help. When I pulled it open to see where all the noise was, I met Flo for the first time nearly a year after she had moved in. A quick scan showed me her hair was bloody and completely disheveled;...
*** I'm not sure about the degree of inspiration, but I wrote this not long after seeing 'Constantine', so at least you know how old it is. This isn't anything like that. Well, as far as I can tell, anyway. Actually, now that I think about it, it really isn't like that at all. I just wanted to write something that felt a little nice to me. 0_o *********...
* * * in the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey / butane in my veins I'm out to cut the junkie / with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables / dog food stalls, with the beefcake pantyhose / kill the headlights and put it in neutral / stock car flaming with a loser in the cruise control / baby's in Reno with a vitamin d / got a couple of couches,...
Edited by _____ (blank) and CapDragon121. Disclaimer: While some characters are diminutive or non-human, all characters involved in sexual acts are over the age of 18. This story is a dark, magical fantasy, with classic fantasy races appearing. There can be a strong influence of emotion, sins, and demons in rituals and magic. Because of that, there are m...
(These words are but the vacuous exposition of mind yet untorn. There exists within it neither an intent to remonstrate nor demonstrate any person living or dead. Let these grains of time pass without offense, for they would wish it on none. Not a fap on the first page story.) The Book of Rai: Sons of Heather He watched. It was not so important as to t...
Choices, Choices.... Magdalia tossed and turned in her bunk in Shattrath City on the Aldor Rise. She would flip to one side, let out a sigh, just to turn over and open her eyes to check the amount of daylight visible. After fighting with herself, trying to sleep for over an hour, she laid on her back, frustrated, staring up at the ceiling. She looked around...
(These words are but the vacuous exposition of mind yet untorn. There exists within it neither an intent to remonstrate nor demonstrate any person living or dead. Let these grains of time pass without offense. They would wish it on none. Not a fap on the first page story.) The Book of Rai: Sons of Heather Pt. 2 ***** "You would bring War to this Villag...