Her voice was like cold steel against his neck. Goosebumps raced up and down his skin. “Do you love?” she whispers closer. “Is that truly what this is?” A cold, white hand stretched out from within the darkness. “Touch me.” She pleads, “Feel me.” He...
“Five silver marks and not a copper less.” grumbled the big, barrel shaped man before resolutely folding his arms across his heavy chest.“This is daylight robbery!” exclaimed the thin man, turning to his quiet companion. “It would seem that nobody in this backwater ever heard...
Coming of age is almost never a smooth and easy road.That’s one of the reasons I’ve avoided doing so thus far – and hope to continue delaying as many rites of passage as I can, for yes, as long as possible.[deep chuckle]Yet, truth be told,...
She stared at him.Different shades of grey sparkled in the shadows of the great tree.Her green sparkling emerald orbs peered into the very core of his soul, watching him with a fixated stare. “What is it that you are looking at?” he murmured, a feeling...
It promised him oblivion. The wind was a sweet siren song that echoed promises of destruction. Chaos, ruin and desolation seemed to spur it on as the wind swirled up and carelessly scattered the dust of ages long gone. He could taste the faint metallic...
Gently he kissed the top of her head. Her fragrance was a calm warmth surrounding him. Sighing contently she snuggled deeper against his chest, face buried in his arm. Ash looked up at the distantly twinkling stars. Each one unique, he thought quietly. Each star...
Cold. Cold and dark. Of all the possible evenings, why did tonight have to be cold and dark? Softly Ash sighs, pulling the hood of his dark robe closer around his face. Cold, dark and wet, he mused grimly. From within the deep darkness he...
“It is the smell of death that you have to be worried about, young lad.” Pale moonlight sparkled within the darkness. “I’m an old soldier. Age wears you down. I can’t smell so good anymore. So you tell me right away when you get a...
Snowflakes tumbled down all around her in a tranquil-twirling dance. As she continued to walk through the large, open garden, a cloud of snowflakes would follow within her wake. It seemed that even nature wanted to cloak her in majestic robes of pure white. Not...
She stared at me.A bush of tangled faded crimson, now carrot colored yarn, framed her pale white face. Big black-brown eyes, reminding me of little miss Betty Boob, glared back at me balefully. Limply, her soft, hand-sewn legs hung from my hands. I shook her...