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Moving On Part 3 of 3

Is she real, or just another personality? With the insanity of lust and love, does it matter?

She gasped and then went limp, melting into the bed. It took me far too long to decide something was wrong. As I slowed to a stop, she took a shuddering breath, and her eyes popped open. There was surprise and delight in her eyes as she exclaimed, "Oh, don't stop!" Her hands slid to the small of my back and she started pushing with the tempo she wanted. My hips started thrusting again, and...Read On


Forever in the Underworld, chapter IV

With my descision to stay in the underworld, life takes an unexpected turn.

This is the first night in a long time that I lay my eyes upon my lover. I have heard him several nights in a row, calling my name and wandering restlessly through the deep forest. My instincts tell me that I should approach him cautiously. Let him see just a hint of me before retreating again. Make him desire and follow me. Cultivate his lust like a farmer grows his crops. Play his...Read On


The Conceit

A change of syntax

The light was weakening. The rosey fingered twilight a sema. She turned to the chair in her bedroom, glanced outside, lifted the chair, and threw it out of the window. The shards cascaded on the cobbles below. Passersby looked up, swift footed, in shock, as adversity manifest. She had ran, and dived, thinking of a dolphin. She flew. Not for long. Her general misfortune combined with...Read On


Forever in the Underworld, chapter VI

My first hand experience of the powers that inhabit a nymph's body.

The first feelings of doubt have entered my mind. I have never felt this before. My life is miserable, but I have never regretted my decisions before. Why does this come to me now? What has triggered these emotions? I cannot find the answer. Stilling the hunger has become my only relief on these dark nights. I think of her every day. Even the wonders of the forest cannot hold my...Read On

Misty McCoy and a Matter of Time

She was pushing forty, but wore the teenage cheerleader's uniform with style.

All of us folks up in Coon’s Hollow had heard tell of the tall tales about Misty McCoy’s long gone grandmother. The oldster struck most of us mountain dwellers as a bit mite peculiar with regard to her actual biological age and her appearance at different stages of her life. I had not personally witnessed granny McCoy’s strange outward look of a teenaged female right up into her mid-forties...Read On


The defiling of a Gorgon 2/2

Rand takes control back and shows her what humans are made of.

He backhanded her on the cheek, hard. To vindicate his lackeys or just by plain stupidity he didn't know. But the latter was more likely. It rang through many layers of silence, only to end in the agonizing stillness of bodies. The first body belonged to a man who nurtured trifling hopes of surviving but still, grinned. The other body, far more elegant and exquisite, it belonged to...Read On


The Last Bookshop - Fellowship's End

The fellowship meets, yet hubris is the deadly pride before a fall.

Boldly in broad daylight, Dominic Carshalton calmly approached the cellar door and forced his way in.  As their harbinger of their doom, his intuition bayed for blood.  Someone, a woman, called out for Coulter.  A locked kitchen door proved no barrier when he blasted the lock with his revolver.  He expected his powers to be ineffectual in the house yet his intuition mocked the fear in...Read On

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The Last Bookshop - The Muse

Harry's world crashes down around him, can he find a way out and find the muse?

He caught himself in the mirror and backpedalled. Dark, sunken rings around pink fatigued eyes glared back. His waxy pallor, the colour of plain paper and his skin, the texture of gruel haunted him.  Wearily, he carried a pained and troubled countenance.  His limp hair aged him and he rubbed at the abrasive stubble on his chin. The long abominable night never felt lonelier as he stared from...Read On


The Haunted Library, Part II

The next week passed with a full workload for both of us; Jacqueline had to prepare for tests while I had gotten into the swing of my work and was making sustained progress. The following Friday she came again about 12:45 to the room, and at about 1:15 the light finally shone again. We moved into position and Jacqueline gasped in surprise. I sat down beside her and stared in surprise...Read On

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The Last Bookshop - The Man in the Bawdy House

It is time for Harry to understand the Cremorne's intent, its demands unsettles them all.

Wisps of steam rose from the inky black and he looked into the swirling void.  Its juxtaposition with the anodyne white made it look more brooding and malevolent.  He wondered back to those dangerous days and how adversity threw them together.  The teaspoon clattered against the saucer and he checked his wristwatch.  Yvette Piper was late and he had no idea why.  It did not take much these...Read On


The Last Bookshop - Omega and Alpha

Offered his chance at redemption by the promise of a muse, will Harry take it?

Their black eyes shimmered as a dark terror rendered him immobile.  An existential cry for help drowned in the deluge of panic that filled his mind.  His paralysed vocal chords felt so numb and useless, and his leaden limbs refused to move. Forward they advanced, self-assured with each step, their impassive faces certain they had their transgressor.  Digging deep, the tardy swell of...Read On