The Nibelung saga is one of the oldest written documents of the Nordic literature. Anyway, there are parts inside the original script described only scarcely, especially concerning the wedding night. This short story may suggest a description what might have happened in reality. The Nibelung saga tells us the story of the court of the Burgundian King Gunter...
The bed beneath me bounced and I my eyes shot open. The sun was already shining light across the room. Master Evan lay down and stared at me. "Humans would make a terrible Warriors, Ciara," he said. "You sleep much too deeply. Really, it's not a wonder the slavers took you. I imagine it was the easiest catch they had during their hunt." I rose slowly expe...
I was happily married, I'm sure I was, but there was always something missing. I knew it was something to do with our sex life, but quite what it was, I didn't know. Then the fantasies started. We'd been married for about five years, and had a good sex life, or so I thought, but there was something that wasn't quite right. I had this nagging feeling that I...
I wake up in a cold sweat. Was what I just experienced only a dream? I can't tell. It felt so real. I sit up in my bed. I look around my disheveled room and listen intently, my heart pounding in my ears. I was sure I heard something, but maybe that was in my dream too? I'm so confused. I realize I'm thirsty. I pull back the covers to go grab a glass of wate...
Captain Mariska Holmes tugged at the collar of her dress uniform, pulling the itchy fabric away from her neck for a moment. "Damn thing. It would be so much easier if HQ would just let us wear our ship suits everywhere." "Agreed." Yralla, Mariska's First Officer, was possibly even more uncomfortable than her captain. Vollarians prefered to go naked, to such...
"One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight." Alright, brain, let's be nice to our new friend and take this seriously. "Ninety-seven. Ninety-six." Let's stare into that candle flame and get hypnotized. "Ninety-five. Ninety-four. Ninety-three." A candle? Does she need to make it so voodoo? Hey, stop that. We're taking this seriously. "Ninety-two. Nine...
The Gauntlet Once they had finished eating, they packed up their things and entered the shell, with Noah taking the lead and holding a torch. Because of the shell's twist, they had to descend a spiral passage, like a staircase but without actual stairs. The walls, floor, and ceiling of the passage were perfectly smooth, but there were no straight lines of a...
Author's Note: Title of the story is working title and might be subject to change once I think of something less generic. Most of my posts will be subject to editing at a later date. Not satisfied with what I have currently. In a crash of blinding red light, you awoke. Standing majestically upon the altar that once housed the arcane prison that suspended you...
You've always been rather uncomfortable in the woods. Wild animals have never done anything to pique your curiosity about nature and the wonders to be beheld. Though you were rather a tom-boy as a little girl in the city, that meant that you were more into sports than playing with bugs and worms. If nothing else, your athletic childhood has helped to make yo...
The doorbell rang, as Melissa knew it would, just as she stepped into the shower, her fingers on the temperature dial. It was almost as if they had some camera in her house allowing them to choose the most inappropriate and intrusive second to bother her. For a moment, just a moment, Melissa hesitated. She could ignore them, as most people did. But why shoul...