(Warning! Most Bridget stories contain sex and fun and adventure mixed together. This story has none of those things. It is dark and contains extreme graphic violence. Bridget apologized to me but this is a reminder that nightmare things bubble deep inside of all of us and no one, human or vampire, is immune to them. Civilization is sometimes a very thin clo...
Part 3 Costs It was a weird sensation. I wasn't in any pain, but at the same time I could feel every hit I had taken in my fight with Morgana. I lifted my shirt, expecting to see bruises on my ribs but there wasn't a mark. Trying to look past this odd sensation I got to my feet and looked towards my cottage but Morgana was nowhere to be seen and the window...
Ben and Emily had been married almost a year now. Ben had learned to control his hunger and they both had learned how to keep their desires at bay during the full moon. In fact they really enjoyed those nights together in an intense animal passion. Once Ben had gotten better control they traveled the world visiting all the amazing places they couldn't have...
It was over an hour before I heard anything else from my team. As I was beginning to wonder if I should summon another spirit and send it to check on them, I got a call from, of all people, Lucky. "Yo, Songbird," he said, voice crackling due to poor reception. "Alpha asked me to give you a call to let you know we're alive." I sighed with relief. "What hap...
I try hard to be the pious and respectful, Hijab-wearing and Koran-quoting Muslim sister that my parents, Ahmed and Ayaan Mohammed expect me to be, but I kind of suck at it. Partly because I love to suck dick. My name is Mariam Mohammed and I'm a young Black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Lately, I've been suffocating u...
"But honey I do not feel for a party." Alexa said to Peret. "Have you not been here in this house depressed for the last six months?" "Yes I have but just because I have been put on medications do not mean it is the cure all and I should party." "Maybe so but really feel you should go. Get out of the house for a bit. Connect again with your best friend Mi...
Leslie Smith was a young, attractive woman in her mid-twenties, with dark hair, and a slim figure. She sat at the desk in the main office of the museum, going through some paperwork. The museum was especially quiet and dark after hours; especially since she was the and the last one that was usually here during that time. She didn't mind though. She was get...
A dark silhouette blotted the autumn moon. She stood as still as a gargoyle on the roof of a house on a hill, the one that loomed over Bloodless, Arizona like a slumbering god, ancient and beautiful, a woman in long black robes. Mina's eyes scanned the grainy black landscape of the night, but she saw neither the fingernail sliver of new moon nor the twinkli...
The idea for the tour was born, as are so many of the best ideas, at three o'clock in the morning. Large amounts of vodka were involved, of course, as well as assorted substances of varying degrees of legality. We'd just finished playing one of the most brilliant sets of our career. Three-fifths of Radiohead - Thom and the Greenwood Sisters; Phil and Ed wer...
As an author, I have a newfound respect for other authors. I seem to now dissect and evaluate novels on two very different levels. On one level, I view it as a form of entertainment, determining if the story is amusing and interesting. I try to understand the characters and truly see which character I relate to the most. As an author, I am analyzing the plot...