Ártur found Orsolya and Guillame sitting by the river where they had first met. He sighed as he watched them from afar. His heart broke for them. He knew he and Leona were asking them each to sacrifice much for the good of the pack. And he knew they would comply. Ártur knew what it was to lose a mate. But at least he had almost two hundred years together wit...
"Ross, we need to talk about something." Sian said to her husband. "What is it?" Ross asked. He didn't like the sound of this, conversations that started like this were usually not good. This would be different though. "I've been thinking." Sian continued. "In the couple of months I've been working at the house, we've only shagged what, half a dozen times...
Lisa awakes to the wet warmth of urine splashing against her hand. "What the fuck?" she shouts at the shadowed upper branches of the tree she's lying under as she rolls out of the way. "Sorry," comes Bubba's apologetic reply, "I'm not used to travelling with other people." A chuckle proceeds Steve as he re-enters the clearing whence he was meditating and...
Ebony sat at her dining table nursing a cup of tea. Half full, the cup's only warmth was drawn from her hand, the tea stagnant, tepid. Her gaze was fixed on the large golden stag that stretched its figure across her table, a centrepiece to house candles. And thoughts. It was a contentious piece, with many of her visitors claiming it was far too large to be a...
After reading Making Amends by Headhunterstales, it got me to thinking. What would I do, I even talked to a few people that know how I really am. Most said the same thing and I am writing about what I would have done. You know counseling really sucks, why do I need Anger Management? Shit I only did what any normal guy would do. I mean come on how bad cou...
I'm supposed to get married on Saturday to the girl I've loved since High School. It is Wednesday right now as I write this -- 72 hours to go -- and I'm really worried that she'll find out about some of the wild shit that happened at my stag party last weekend. I barely remember most of it, but Jack, my best man, made a videotape of the whole party! He jus...
Chapter 3- Tunes 5:30 p.m. 19th November, 2012 Home (#34 Ray Drive, 52nd and 4th, New York) "How funny," Mr. Ray commented, as we pulled up outside my house, "you live on 'Ray Drive'. I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere!" I laughed weakly as I got out of his car, Mathias and Randal right behind me. Mom opened the door as we walked up the dri...
Chapter 10: THE DOLL It all began with what might in retrospect be seen as what was no more than a rather tasteless joke. I was best man for a good friend's upcoming wedding and was in the process of making the final arrangements, including of course his stag-night. I had booked a private room at our favourite pub, organised enough food to make sure we wer...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental." This is my second year of college. I spent my freshman year at a local community college near home but I've decided I...
Once again I have let my imagination get the best of me an gone a little wild with this story. It seems to write itself to me. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I did writing it. I'm addicted to your comments and look forward to see what you think good or bad. Please remember to vote too. Until the next installment, Tah Tah for now. ~sylent...