It was every Autumn of her life that Ivory and the rest of her clan made the same trek south. Every Spring she returned the same way. She reasoned that the journey would seem less arduous as each year came by, but this year the wind was colder, the snow heavier and the ground more treacherous. Ivory wondered whether the migration only seemed worse because it...
"That's what I saw on the TV news just now. So maybe you'd better . . ." "It's Christmas Eve, Stella," Nadine answered, the stubbornness in her voice almost palpable. "Those guys were really cute, and I've never skied Winter Park before. Gotta do something to get out of here." "Yeah, well, if the snow really hits up there at Berthoud Pass, there wouldn't b...
She kissed her husband goodbye, and watched fondly and sadly as he turned to open the door. "Damn!" he muttered as the icy chill blasted his exposed face. "Summer just can't get here fast enough!" Wearing only her robe and slippers, the cold air momentarily affected her much more than it affected him, but at least she would be inside all day. He had to t...
'I just can't go through life without introducing myself and finding out where such a charming woman might come from,' Mr Winter smiled, swivelling round towards her on his barstool. 'Poor you,' June giggled, pushing her glass away from her on the bar and watching the trail of residual fluid build up on the smooth surface. He looked down at the trail foll...
Notes from the storyteller: Hi, Folks. I have been an avid fan of this site for about 12 years but this is my first endeavor at writing anything. So, first, as you will readily see, I really need an editor. Any volunteers our there?? Now, only time will tell if I can ever be able to call you readers fans, friends, or any other term of endearment, but I sure...
A special thank you to DickMarks for editing and beta-read. The mistakes that are there were added after I got the chapter back. ****** Sometimes a person makes the biggest mistake of their life in the heat of the moment. Something a simple 'sorry' won't make up for. It took two entire days for my temper to cool down and my reasoning to return to me, and...
This chapter contains language seriously offensive to any and every right-thinking person. Know that he gets what's coming to him. A big thank you to DickMarks for editing and beta-read. Any mistakes are because I couldn't leave it alone. ****** I couldn't help but to stare. It was equal parts one of the best things I'd ever seen and also the corruption o...
Chapter Eight -- The Student Danka and her fellow initiates eagerly awaited the Fall Equinox, when they would give up the title of "Initiate" and become fully accepted members of the Cult of the Ancients. To mark the change in their status, they would wear the Cult of the Ancients' skull on their formal outfits. They handed over their dresses and tunics to...
I sat on the train, my nose buried in a book, my body cloaked in every warm item that scattered the floor of my room that morning. The Chicago weather had just turned rigidly cold, a cold that had slipped my memory with all the hot summer fun of the previous year. Once again, it was time to bundle myself to bare the frigid Midwestern air that blew from Lake...
The long, cold, windy, gray, sniffle-inducing winter trudged onward. Punxsutawney Phil had predicted another six weeks of winter, yet these six weeks seemed to be dragging onward. As she forced her feet through the snow on the unshoveled and unsalted sidewalks, as her breath was blown by the icy wind passing before her face, she shifted the backpack on her s...