They walked off down the path for a few minutes until they arrived at a little glade with a rushing river cutting through it. The path led to a stone bridge spanning the river.

She took a couple more steps, again making a clattering sound disproportionate to her tentative footfalls. She noticed the three goats had raised their heads at the sound of her progress and were staring at the bridge. Suddenly the situation fell into place in her mind and she knew what was coming...
 

_elf Storage by Janice Dreamer   Copyright © 2012 Janice Dreamer

Wild Magic 51

I was stupid. I let down my guard, and I almost lost the most important person in my life.

CHAPTER 33
In the end, it was Eric who came through with a result. Kate knew the right administrators to approach, but it was a man I hardly knew who moved and shook the right people to find Ian his bed.

Annie rode over to see us with the news that weekend, and I had to ask how her husband had managed it.

“Think about it, aye? He runs the path lab. Every surgeon, every oncologist, they all have to come through him, so he gets to know them, aye?”

Rain is kinda nice for the image. Me, standing on a corner, trenchcoat, rumpled tie, and fedora cocked down low over my forehead, rain dripping off whilst I lean unconcernedly on the lamppost. Adds to my Mystique. Adds a bit to my Nightcrawler, too, but that's another yarn.

Jem…Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Sometimes there’s no sleep like falling into an emotionally exhausted sleep. I remember Rayne holding me tightly and her singing me to sleep because I’d asked her to. But she’s not there when I’m waking up but her side of the bed is still warm.

We made love last night and I was….well I was very unsure if her and me and being together like her and Jason would be was a good idea. Thinking back on it I was scared of it but I didn’t want to disappoint her and we went with it.

Bad idea and good idea both at the same time.

Ok, so here are a couple of songs I wrote for 12-String, when I was still writing songs. They're actually the two I lost and just ended up saying screw it about writing the songs :). The first one is the song that Keith wrote while sitting and waiting out in Nashville. Think of it as country twang with a rock beat. Yes, there is a LOT of sarcasm in this song.

My Own Person(You're Not for Me)

Spoken: Momma always said there'd be guys like this.

My usual Friday routine goes something like, text at lunch ‘you fancy going out tonight?’ my reply ‘OK you choose’ the reply usually says ‘’Mine for 7.30’

"So, do you want to transition?"

That's not exactly a normal question you would hear at the family dinner table.

But then again, we didn't have what I called a normal family.

The Jekyll Legacy by Jaye Michael & Levanah Greene Chapter Twenty-Five Jiggety Jig

Victorian alchemy meets modern science and magic.
What could possibly go wrong?