Considering I hadn't killed anyone for months, life was good. People say, "Do what you know." I know killing people. This is not a skill accepted in great degrees by our society. If you're good at killing people, you go into the military, or if you're really good, you get into politics. Neither option appealed to me, so I had used my skills in an illegal f...
This is a tale about fantasies involving the past and the mysterious creatures in the forest, who roamed the ranges of a sparsely populated region. The myths about wolves and werewolves are always linked to the shadowy forests. The historical background of the German nation building and the drive for wolf extinction is following facts rather closely. *****...
This is another one of my stories based upon a well-known traditional fairy tale. ***** Chapter 1 Scarlet Hood lived with her parents on a remote farm in the heart of the Black Forest area of Germany. As a youngster, she had gone to the school in the local village five miles away. She had to walk there and back – no matter what the weather. At home...
Prologue: April 2003 My wife and I were walking our dogs on the hills above the village where we live. As we crested one brow, we could make out some wrought iron railings on the summit of the next ridge. Vanessa said: “That must be the airman’s grave. Let’s take a look.” So we did. Whoever chose this spot had chosen well. Below us the village slumbered in...
Part 2: Instinct "Wake up, Carina," a voice called to Gabriella pulling her from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she found a pair of cool gray ones staring down at her. "What? How did you..?" The man from the club lay in the bed next to her, one arm holding him over her so he could look into her eyes. "Shh," he whispered slowly leaning down to mee...
***Author's Note: This is my submission for the 2014 Halloween contest, so if you like the story, please give me your vote!*** Aaralyn walked into the Tooth and Nail tavern and sniffed the air, picking out the scent of several different species as she strolled through the room. She walked with the grace of a dancer, and all eyes were on her, if only briefl...
© 2014 Brunne * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * STEPHANIE & JAROD - PART THREE It's been a long time in the making, but here is the beginning of the conclusion to Steph and Jarod's story. For those reading for the first time, you'll probably want to go back and read: * PART ONE - 'Under My Skin' * PART TWO - 'Deep in the Heart of Me' ...othe...
Friday morning. The last 2 days really flew by fast. Expecting my daughter soon, I had to fix up my apartment a little bit. My place only have one bedroom, and the small couch in the living room wasn't an option for me to sleep in it. I did some shopping and settled for a nice futon, so I had a place to sleep for the long week-end. The futon was supposed t...
Once upon a time there lived in a certain small town a sweet girl of eighteen. She was well liked in the community, and because of her shoulder-length red hair everyone called her 'Red.' This girl had an affliction of an unfortunate sort, for Red was deeply sheltered. Her single mother was quite theologically ingrained, and monitored Red the entirety of her...
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: First, let me thank everyone who read the first chapter and offered their insights and views. The food-for-thought I've received from you has helped me to think about what to include (and not include) in the newest revision. Thank you! Normally after I've finished a story I write a little introduction, musing about what inspired me...