The infinite sands of the Infernal Desert spread from horizon to horizon, undulating so slightly that only a trained eye could sense their formations. Above, six suns burned with deathly radiance, filling a yellowed sky with heat that could slough flesh from bone. Below, a thin trail snaked its way across the sands. Heavy dire camels, their tufts of heavy f...
'BASTARD!' She sat on the warm curb-stone of a pavement Taverna, watching people eat. The sensual warmth comes up through the seat of her cut-down Levi's. It - and the close proximity of food - at least, is comforting. The sun burns her neck making her pleasingly drunk, or high, on hunger. She hasn't eaten in two days. 'Down-And Out In Coastal Greece' - sou...
Thanks for bearing with me everyone--I know I just keep getting slower and slower as I write these, but I promise I'll keep working! I want to know as badly as you what is going to happen to Lana next. Many thanks to my step-in editor GimletEdge for the wonderful encouragement and suggestions, and thank you to all of you for your fantastic comments. As alway...
Author's Note Hello friends! If you found this story your looking for one of two things, women being brutally raped by monsters or an erotic horror story inspired by the Cthulhu Mythos. If those don't float your boat you should flee for your life. I did something with this story I've never done before I TRIED TO MAKE THE STORY INTERESTING! Because of this i...
Like a drug, reader's comments make me write more. Like a whip, constructive criticism makes me write better. Vote and comment. Your feedback makes for better writing. Of course, it's better if you read part one first. ***** A Little Side Business, Part Two The Sample and a Glimpse behind the Facade In which our hero is tested for the first time alone b...
Maybe it would go through after all, he thought. This was the biggest deal he'd had on his desk in years, something that would put him back in the game – big time – and he'd known going in his presentation had to be flawless. It was, too. He was sure he'd nailed it, and he was ecstatic about the way the morning's talks had gone. One of the company's senior p...
Laura may have had a premonition that something was up. She certainly gave me the impression that she was uneasy. I wondered if she had spoken to one of the girls at the brothel. Why hadn't I warned them that she was not to know of the plan to retaliate against Ollie? If she knew I had skipped one of my classes that day and was planning to miss school the f...
Sitting on the frayed edge of downtown, Hamitor's Books is a paradox of commerce. As much as being a bookstore, it is an archive, warehouse, library and dustbin/mold repository of record proportions. Urban sophisticates - if they are even brave enough to venture into the neighborhood - will likely flee moments after breaching the door; defeated in their shal...
(Cadiz, Spain, 1805) In today's movies, and in the romantic tales before them running all the way back to Homer, the hero or heroine never spends hours in the dripping rain. Cold, wet and miserable are simply glossed over in favor of thrills and romance. Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I WANT to be out in the cold and damp instead of toasting in fr...
Chapter 1: The Indian Intern I had been working this shit job at a downtown law firm for quite some time had been considering quitting due to a wealth of "Busy Work" and my asshole of a supervisor Mr. Kumar. He was this Indian fuck who had started out six months ago in a satellite firm overseas and transferred into a management position. He was a big fan...