It was Christmas Eve and I awoke in my parent's house in my old bed and opened my eyes. My boyfriend was asleep right next to me. Sometimes I think I have the coolest parents ever. They let me bring my gay boyfriend home for Christmas and didn't even have a problem with us sleeping together in the same bed. I awoke, and my boyfriend was sleeping quietly bes...
Working on two things at once can be confusing, I decided to accept Jezz Az's challenge in the 750 Word Project, but I'd already accepted an invite to participate in Behind the Walls of Sleep, the Gothic Horror invitational set for the 17th of March. That should be a fun event, over 40 writers have committed to it, PapaToad among others, and all of them are...
Through the eyes of a bird soaring far above the quaint town for which this magical tale takes place one could see the dichotomous nature of a fantastical feudal society. The poor toiling, the rich standing idle. The hovels built one next to the other were being furiously patched by women to keep out the coming rain and snow. On the other side of the town la...
A word from AD: Despite the incredibly cheeky title, this is perhaps one of the saddest stories I have written. Sorry in advance. AD ***** WINTER WHITE AND THE SEVEN WHORES The evening air is cold and sharp as the last warmth of fall gives way to its successor. The rough hand of the huntsman bites into Winter's wrist as he is half dragged among the fall...
Dawn broke quietly over the tips of the glacial mountain range, scattering bright light across the vast expanse of the castle below. The sounds of the early laborers attending to their duties was muffled by the heavy cold of the air, a chill blanket that muted even the gentle songs of the snowbirds. Occasionally, a northern breeze carried the scent of ancien...
All characters are over the age of 18, based on actual events names and locations have been changed. Pardon any spelling, grammatical or any other mistakes. I am not a writer, I just want to share some things that have happened in my life. Similarities to any other story are purely coincidental. * In high school I was part of the nerds and geeks clique, o...
Note: I would like to thank my wonderful editor aprlfool29 for all her help. * They meant to kill him. Jack was tired and weary, beaten and strung by his hands to a post in the middle of a courtyard in the midst of the coldest winter. He was stripped of his powers and stripped of his clothes. Expressionless, he stared straight ahead of him waiting death....
Author's Note: Hey folks! Late winter contest entry here. Hope you like it. I've put this in sci-fi/fantasy but you should probably be aware that this story has elements of Romance/NonHuman/Mature and even perhaps a little horror going on. It's a slow build up too and it deals with things like the afterlife so if that's a hot button for you then now might be...
The settlers' third winter on the edge of our land was harsh, the river starting to freeze, the ground too frozen for root digging. I reported to my father that the white settlers fared less well and time for a new treaty. They'd arrived midsummer, wearied by the ocean from the "Old World". They sought friendship but difficulties arose since they now hunt o...
Author Note: The following story is fictional (maybe), only the names have been changed to protect the guilty (and the horny). * When the recession first hit, I wasn't too worried. I had a good job with a strong retailer working the back office, the price of gas and food had gone down, and the rent on my apartment was very reasonable. Then, we got word th...