Based off of a fantasy I had while sitting in a boring testing room...All characters are over 18. * There wasn't much to look at in the room. A window that looked right across the courtyard to a blank wall, a couple of motivational posters, and the professor's name written in decorative blocks by her desk. Well not professor; teacher, I guess. We were coll...
The sound of the opening door getting lost in the crash of lead crystal against the Italian marble floor. A hissed "fuck" as I watch the glittering shards spread in a wide circle, skittering and tumbling in wild abandon. Shaking my head and reaching for the small whiskbroom and dustpan kept beneath the modern sink in a well appointed kitchen. Crouching dow...
Author's Note: When I submitted the first chapter of this story, I was so excited by all the positive responses. Thank you all very much. I wanted to do a much better job on this chapter than I had on the last, and I had plans to find an editor and work hard to produce better writing than I had. Unfortunately school started. I've had this chapter written f...
Have you ever wondered why some authors seem more popular than others? Why do some stories get so many views and votes, while others languish without the hope of a little red "H"? Why does it seem easier to get into the toplists in some categories but impossible in others? Is there some secret formula for writing a popular story? Yes, actually, there is—at...
"Wow." Larya leaned over, her legs wobbling slightly to keep their balance. "Nice trench." The Slick Trench loomed—or did the opposite of looming—before the druidess and her friends. Far beneath the surface of the ocean, just beyond the continental shelf, the Trench descended well past the range of Larya's spell-enhanced ocean vision. She leaned over furthe...
The festive wedding weekend was upon the family. Karen's college roommate, Kori, was getting married. Kori had been a frequent mansion visitor during her college years. Ned had learned that she was an orphan who was being raised by her uncle. Ned had been intrigued by the little minx. She had sported the usual crop-top and tight jeans around the mansion. She...
Brooklyn I staggered into my house, kicking off my heels the moment I stepped through the door. I'd flown to Seattle, Washington, on Tuesday morning, and now, Friday evening, I was finally home in Chicago, tired and ready to sleep in my own bed. Short of flying charter, first class was as good as it got, but I still had to deal with crowds, terminals, lugga...
I followed Daniellah, trying not to walk like an old man. I was stiff from too many hours of interrogation and my ass still ached as a result of Livshitz' style of interrogation. Daniellah barked out instructions in Hebrew to several security people as we walked down the corridors of the airport. This was the part of the airport that travelers never get to s...
Life is so unfair. And it does not hesitate to remind you of that fact. I certainly did not forget it while walking the sandy streets of the Piercer. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, let me tell you my pre-story first. First, about myself. I am called Alicia nowadays, I used to have a second name, but that is meaningless now. I am (or at least was) a p...
I had my first "real" girlfriend, who I will call Rachel, when I was 18. We'd been seeing each other for a bit, and I'd had a couple really intense make-out sessions with her, including one that wound up with her on top of me in the driver's seat of my car, dry humping the shit out of me in her parent's driveway. One night, we're out for a drive and she asks...