Note: "This writer does not mean to imply that just because you are fat, old, short, and/or ugly that you are not popular, hot, and/or do not have love in your life. Except for Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan, who are just idiots, we are all uniquely different and special individuals." * There was something in the air that night as Wendy drifted off to slee...
This is not a serious work. This is my first time writing and I wanted to see how it would go, and if I enjoyed it, maybe then I will get better and pursue an interest. Also note that these characters are entirely fictional, this is merely a fan-fiction of a famous game franchise. P.S. Constructive criticism more than welcome! ***** It was a day just li...
Churches and cathedrals did funny things to me. In the House of The Lord, I managed to find my urges bubbling quietly until it boiled out of control. I'm an atheist, a fledgling one. No such emotions to be felt when I was in a temple or a synagogue. It would always be in a church. My 'stab-in-the-dark' suggested that it could be the beauty that was within...
I place an ad in the local arts paper looking for new models. The ones I've been using either just left with no word or were losing my interest. My little studio is filled with the mess and clutter that is my work. Feeling a need to work on my basics again, my ad calls for someone willing to pose nude for extended periods for life study in a private studi...
"Sir, Senator Harris is here to see you." Damn, I don't want to see that son-of-a-bitch. "Send him in, Debra," Bruce said as he hit the intercom button. What does that bastard want? Bruce extended his hand but the expression on his face was anything but friendly. "Have a seat, Gary. You want coffee?" He declined the coffee and sat down. "What brings you...
The storm paused, inhaling. The way everyone says all wind stops just before a tornado touches down. The warmth and taste of the blood filled me. It was like eating your favorite food wearing your coziest pajamas in your favorite place in the world. I could see how vampires had become creatures of nightmare. If this is what drinking blood feels like, not man...
The forty year old diplomat realised that he was the only passenger travelling in his company's private jet that night. It was winter time and very few people wanted to work during the holidays. But George Hale was not someone who loved festivals. He was divorced twice. He had piercing green eyes, a stubble, a Scottish accent and soft blonde hair. Many women...
My wife Marie and I were having Thanksgiving over at the in-laws this year. After all the dishes were cleared, most of the family moved into the other rooms. I was still seated at the dining room table when my sister-in-law Sandy sat down. Sandy normally doesn't have much to say to me, but this day she was quite chatty. It wasn't but a few minutes before I...
In the Spring of 1929, Ivan Jones had regained his self esteem when, after a year of unemployment, he was taken on in a new Government incentive to find jobs for unemployed South Wales miners. It meant leaving his beloved home, his mother and father for the first time but it made a lot of sense and also gave him the opportunity for leave the nest and fend g...
I will like to thank my editor lemuwah for helping me with this story.This chapter is about a bit of Erica's history. We'll get to the good stuff later. Keep the comments coming! ** Kyriae ************************************** Erica walked outside to make sure that that man left. She could not believe it! He just turned up at her door, talking about ener...