Words
It’s posted - If you can find it.
You have an eager friend to thank for this…
So, I’m sure you are wondering when my next chapter is going to make itself known. Just dying to know what Marco has planned? How Annerire will recover, adapt? What were those words over which he ran his fingers while she lay there, dead to the world?
Wait for it… wait […]
Abduction: Awakening X
This should be the last installation you see. Here, at least. I’ll try to find a home for this story in a submenu - or perhaps another domain sometime soon.
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This isn’t a story about a rape - forced or consensual. It doesn’t open with a sleeping virgin and end with her sobbing […]
Abduction: Awakening IX
Author’s note: Assuming you are over your crushing heartbreak at losing Pluto as a planet… It has been a little while since the last installment in this series. Part of the delay had much to do with a break up with N as she served as my muse in this endeavor. […]
Abduction: Awakening VIII
Author’s note: This installment was predictably the most difficult to write. Length wise - it is far longer than the previous pieces so I hope that I don’t lose you in the detail. The phrases used, both Latin and Italian, I do not define for you, and leave you to your own […]
Abduction: Awakening VII
Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five & Six.
Author’s Note: Change of POV
She let out a muffled groan against his palm before squeezing her eyes shut - reminders of her naïveté were all around her. His face was that mask she hated, showing nothing but occasional flashes of anger. Her skin burned […]
Abduction: Awakening VI
She turned to face me, her palms were outward, tilted up, a gesture of her goodwill? I slowly closed the gap between us, her back was facing a large bank of sealed windows, her only way out, the door to her left. I studied her face, watching how her eyes darted between me […]
Abduction: Awakening V
I pushed her away from me, feeling her teeth tear from the skin of my shoulder, the moisture that was more blood than anything else. I glanced down at the jagged wound, the blood that stained the crisp, white fabric of my shirt and was momentarily consumed with rage. I glanced back at […]