Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, grabbed her plate of food from the makeshift kitchen and took it into the barracks to eat. The food was not exactly gourmet but then again in a barracks kitchen it very rarely was. However, as she sat down to eat she realised it was perfectly edible and that was the most important thing. She had a long day ahead of her....
September 14, 1754 It has been a week since Father had left the house to check his trapping lines. I am anxious for his return because I do not know how I will survive in this wilderness without his assistance. Never has he been gone this long and I fear for his safety though Oconowoc tells me that I should not feel fear. At least, I hope that is what he is...
This amazing event changed Jade and her perception of life. Still today, she wonders if it all really happened, or whether it was just the beauty of it all, that entrapped her into a whirl of an unforgettable sexual fantasy........ Part 1 Jade loved the feel of the night air blowing against her, the feel of her long blonde hair flowing behind her. She stop...
In 1984, I worked a summer job as research assistant for my brother-in-law, Richard, a forestry professor at Boise State University. The job, conducting pine bark beetle surveys, took me into the wilderness four days each week, and during my time off, I stayed with Rich, my sister Abbey, and their young children, Chloe, 3, and Luke, newborn. June 4th was m...
Brother McHearn grumbled to himself as he made his way the well not far from Farland Abbey which was located on the outskirts of the town of Odeon. It was dusk and the nocturnal dwellers of the forest were beginning to stir. The air was cooling but it was still not what Brother McHearn thought of as a comfortable temperature. He carried a pole across his sho...
It was 1949 in the wilderness of Brazil where I'd been on expedition for many months. My name is Matthew and I'd sought for years a hidden location to a gold deposit in the country that was said to have been stored in caves during the years where settlers and travelers would roam through the country. Though it was mainly just considered a fool's errand, I'd...
He drove me in his convertible, the top pulled down and the wind rushing over my ears. We drove north then west to Abique. We passed over a dam by a clear blue lake and onto the side of a barren red pyramid-shaped mountain, a thousand feet tall. The red color of the mountain was so rich and vivid that it seemed to glow in the afternoon desert light. After p...
This story has been made significantly better by the tireless efforts and editing of IMcRout. * Marcos Panthi had a problem, not a serious or immediate crisis, but a definite situation in need of some kind of reconsideration. He was a knight in foreign lands well to the west of his home territory. He was dark haired with short curls and deep dark pools...
The dark-coated Wolf wandered through the forest, if such nightly prowls could truly be considered wanderings. It had been ten years since The Fall. The Zombie plague came, wiping out ninety percent of the world's population. Ten percent of seven point one billion is still a lot of people, some would say. Of course, those who would say that are without a dou...
Backpacking doesn't really strike one, at first glance, as a sensuous sport, but it is to me. I love walking, and to me, energy is life, and challenging my body in the wilderness is a sensual, consuming experience. The clean air of the country, the slightly sweet odor of decay in the woods on a warm afternoon, the stinging shock of a plunge into an icy strea...