James had always been extremely awkward in social situations. Being painfully shy, he struggled to keep conversations going with anyone. At the age of eighteen, he was in his final year of sixth form (further education in England) and he knew that in a few months he would be venturing out into the big, scary…
A friend tells me about this website where you can meet married people. She shows me some of the profiles and it just seems like so much fun. I decide I will make a profile and see what happens. I am not interested in meeting anybody, I just want to engage in the world of…
Lena sat on her couch, excitedly opening the package from her aunt back home. Her birthday had been a month ago, but there had been some issues shipping this “mystery present”. As Lena carefully extracted the hand-wrapped gift from within the bubble-wrap-lined box, she smiled. “Thank you, Aunt Margaret…” she said to no one. She…
It has been many years since I first passed through the Obsidian Gate. All has changed since that day. New Gods came with their followers’ swords. They threw down the Sultan and beheaded him. Everything they remade in their image. What was once a temple is now a brothel for the powerful, a place where…
I could hear the sound of tropical birds chirping and waves crashing. This was very strange. I usually awoke to the brutal sound of my alarm clock, its constant ringing ensuring I get up and head for my morning lecture. But the beeping noises had been replaced with peaceful sounds, as If someone was playing…
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Baby stars hang in garlands above our heads,Smudges of rainbow amongst the fir boughsThat twinkle in dozy merriment.Like the passersby in the icy streets,They are oblivious to all but their own mirth. But we, we two,Beneath this scented tree,Cloying pine spliced withSpiky-cloved orange,Cinnamon sticks dancing with candy canes,Swathes of burnt sugar vapoursFrom toasted marshmallows,And the…
“Death doesn’t exist. It never did.. Everything that happens before Death is what counts.” -Ray Bradbury, “Something Wicked This Way Comes” *** It was late, and everyone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead. Sometimes, when she was alone in the museum like this, she…
“O I forbid you, maidens all, That wear gold in your hair, To come or go by Carterhaugh, For young Tam Lin is there.” -“The Ballad of Tam Lin,” Traditional. *** Halfway through the forest the carriage stopped for no reason and wouldn’t budge an inch. Lady Astrid fanned herself as the coachman tried to…
Luc look dazed, and for a long time it seemed he didn’t know what to say. When he did speak up, it was the same thing everyone always said: “So I can wish for anything I want?” “Almost anything,” Darius said. A newspaper and a cup of coffee sat on the café table in front…
Compel. A young gay shape-shifter has a run in with a member from the local pack. “Hey.” I glance up from my desk and see a tall guy standing in front of me. He looks like a movie star, with his dark blonde hair, green eyes and tan skin. “Can I help you?” I ask,…
Legend has it that Sir Lancelot was one of King Arthur’s round table members. He was the most trusted of King Arthur’s knights and played a part in many of Arthur’s victories. Lancelot is best known for his love affair with Arthur’s wife, Lady Guinevere. Lancelot’s life and adventures have been featured in several medieval…
Lying naked in the leaves outside the garden wall I hear strings and horns in the sound of the limbs blowing, the meandering creek and wind in hollow trees. Your voice sings the melody in a minor key speaking feelings and thoughts and I long to sing that song back to you. But my voice…
Own my cuntnot through force of strengthnor force of willnor through sheer charm and cunning. Own my cuntby employing the ancient magic,the magic of the centuries…..the magic called forthby the sound of a stretched skin drumand the worship of painted bodies dancing naked in the firelight. Own my cuntby moving your handsin the weaving of…
BaliorAvdaci, the Sanguine Regent of Lyrisa and a Prince of Relicium, slowly descended the marble staircase of his new home. ‘New’ was a term he used quite loosely to describe the decrepit castle where he would dwell henceforth. An oracle had convinced his father, King Jorin, that Lyrisa was where he might find his mate….
WhenAlina woke the next morning, she was surprised to find that she was well-rested. The dark stranger had not come for her in her dreams and she wondered if what she’d seen in the castle window had in fact been another fantasy. Something conjured up by her overactive imagination and weary mind. She sat up…