There was a Christian Missionary Group that had as a member a young blonde girl only just turn 20 years old, named Kristi. She was a thin and small girl, a little more than 1.6 meters tall and weighing 43 kilograms. She had smooth white skin and her silky hair done up in a ponytail and she wore a pretty white blouse that was buttoned up to hide her tiny, bud...
In the mid October sun, a willowy young woman, in her early twenties by appearance, heaved fruitlessly on a worn bronze door handle. The lock, a 1970s replacement, had yielded with suspicious ease but the door, as old and daunting as the Victorian Manor it was attached too, was stuck. Heavy with warn away carvings that may have once displays divine and mythi...
She could dance with the wind, twisting and turning on the dance floor, her flashing eyes lighting the crowded room. Her body moved quickly and deftly, and the way she moved her hips was alluring to the entire crowd. She danced on casting a flirting eye here and there, but always returning to the man who was her date. They were a mismatch from the start; she...
The night was wet and rainy in Necropolis, people walked through the dark streets faces obscured by the downpour. People had been praying for rain for weeks now, apparently one should be careful what they wish for. There were others who didn't mind the rain, or rather were used to whatever weather it was - one of these, a teen who sat huddled under some tras...
Hobblenock 002 Dear reader, My name is Hobblenock and I'm a hob-goblin of the horny variety. My duty to write about what I have seen and what I know while clamped into my special high chair by she ( who I must obey ). My next story is about a woman who's circumstances change dramatically and is ultimately transformed. Some might say for the better and some...
1 FOREWORD I have never felt that a single guide or "how to" manual has given me what I need, so please do NOT count on me alone. There is much to be learned that I won't offer here. In Part 2 of STYLE & MENTALITY I want to show you how I create characters. I don't go by a strict guide. I just have habits that work best for me and they may work for you....
(Welcome back to Bridget's world. For thos of you who are unfamiliar with her, Bridget is an Irish tavern girl who became a vampire in the mid 16th Century. Authors make changes to the basic vampire mythos as they like. My changes? The most important one, is that vampires continue to be the person they were in life; soul and all. Although they must drink bl...
Alena always had a penchant for picking up strays. As a child she would sneak animals in from the street, nursing them back to health in the privacy of her room. Her parents had scolded her relentlessly, forcing her to turn the poor creatures back out in the elements. She resented them in her youth, though she had come to understand in her later years. It wa...
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...
"But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game." –Rolling Stones * * * * * All good things come to an end. And so, like the sacking of Atlanta, there's really nothing more we can do here, gentle reader. The bill has arrived, the chairs need to be put up, and the lights are dimming. Dinner is done. Ah, but wait, we are forgetting one of the rules of d...