Lindsay stormed up the stairs, only to find the hallway illuminated by bright blue bursts of electricity that shot forth from his room. His brothers stood outside the door, dodging the bolts that were obviously meant for them. Lindsay quickly looked them over to ensure their general good health as he walked forward to asses the situation. "What the hell happ...
No real sex in this chapter, just story - fair warning! DW ********* I knelt on a pad in a small room filled with hanging clothes as the men dressed around me. They talked and laughed as they fitted themselves with white linen shirts and brown leather pants. Each of them had several sets of boots and they seemed to pick out the nicer pairs to wear. I r...
She was a "no-nonsense" type of woman. Compassionate, fiercely protective of her family, hard-working and serious most of the time. Ma was tall compared to most women, and appeared heavier than others I had seen. That may have been because she never wore fancy, tight-fitting dresses. She seemed to have a much bigger bust and broader hips. But we rarely got t...
I hope you enjoy this second installment of my take on the Fairy Tale secrets mom and dad refused to share with us. Take a look at what really happened with the seven men in the cottage and the Prince that rescued the maiden in distress. Thanks to kendo for the major editing, and the others that read over and offered assistance and suggestions. Thanks everyo...
This one is dedicated to Timothy, who unknowingly inspired me and kept me up all night writing it. Descending in silence to the sacred circle I could feel the air around me tingle and pulsate with energy. Glancing around us at the dark forest a tremor of fear ran through me and I stumbled over a fallen branch. My sharp intake of air and the sound of my feet...
My name is Steve Sinclair. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I got lots to tell you people. Some of it is pretty hot so you better sit down. I'm originally from the City of Boston, State of Massachusetts. And I moved to the Province of Ontario for school. Higher education is cheap in Canada f...
Foreword These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise especially in their intensity. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your us...
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...
Sandy's Story The chilly mountain wind chilled me to the core. The small gathered crowd stood at the graveside for the final words and the lowering of the casket. The grave stood in a small alcove amongst the trees. It had a view of the distant mountains. Mom would have liked that. Tim, Randy, Michael, and I stood in a line and each of us mourned. Sadness...
Roman, who had found a way back into the room waited for his queue patiently. He'd hoped that the flash of light would have appeared before Zaide had a chance to finish his show, but when Nadia's last breath came and his chest seized in mourning, he stopped hoping. The long and tense moment of silence did nothing to soothe his thoughts. And then he'd been fo...