**Author's note: This is the first thing I wrote - and actually completed - a few years ago now. I was sorting through my files and came across it and thought 'what the heck' I'll post it on the net. Hope you enjoy it, but it is quite a slow going story, with the action coming later. I shall try and post a chapter a week if anyone does like it, and thanks as...
The princess wound downwards around the curving stair, deep and deeper below the castle. The air grew dense and heavy and old as she descended. Down and down she climbed, until at last her feet stuck the flat stone floor of a tunnel leading off into the darkness. Though the floor was smooth stones laid in a geometric pattern, the walls and ceiling were rough...
[ The heat shimmered over the desert sand, hot sunlight bending around it, forming pools of witchy water, melting away as he drew closer. His cloak steamed out behind him as he rode, urging his mount onward at top speed. Behind him, the roar of hoof-beats and war blended into a cacophony of great sound. Onward he surged, armour gleaming in the desert sun, s...
Deboarah Cally, 'Debbie' to here friends, accepts a lift home from her boss, Roger Daunt. She entertains high hopes that she might get Roger to 'come up for coffee' when they get to her flat. But things don't go to Debbie's plan... We join them as Roger is saying patiently, "Calm down Deborah, I did NOT call you a 'tart'. I just said that you 'dressed' like...
My boss told me to wear something "nice". That's all he said. There were some important new clients coming in and he wanted to make a good impression. I decided to look HOT! But not like a slut. Just something spicy. I came to work late because I knew that they were not going to come in until after 6PM. I was wearing a sexy outfit that I bought from the st...
The Jazz singer's lyrics resembled soft candy, carefully crafted words so sweet they were like sugar slipping from his tongue. I sat at my table, straight black hair falling against my shoulders, a white blouse holding in my cleavage, a knee-length black skirt wrapped around my waist and one stocking-clad leg draped across the other. My fingers outlined the...
Summer's crucible made gravity of the falling day, dragging the heat of the afternoon down upon me like a wool blanket. My hair, perfect when I left the house, had fallen down around my brow in a tangle of curls and waves; roguish but not what I had intended. Sweat streaked my green shirt black and made a shimmering haze of my skin. The wind was utterly abse...
Chapter 3, "To walk and talk" The second day of the march dawned steamy and wet, the fiery orb glaring on the Marwerl steppes, illuminating the two warriors as they were settling for their second resting of the day. As Drerin went through his customary stretches preparing for their three vutcer training session which was the sole reason for the stop in the...
The morning after our first time exposing Misty we talked about the events of the previous night and how we felt about them. Misty was concerned I would be upset with her for dressing and acting like a slut while we were out. She was apologizing to me saying it was because she had gotten drunk and wouldn't let it happen again. I was feeling bad about the way...
NOTE: This is a meta-fantasy. All distinctions between imagination and reality have been erased... This story is itself at the center of this story, for when I emailed it to Amy it unleashed a chain of events that rival the classic time-travel paradox. At some point, we lost track of where the story ended and tonight's experience began -- but in any case it...