The music from the club washes through me. I sit there swaying to it, letting it flow through my head, my chest, my hips. The day's events have left me thoroughly washed out and I just want to cease being for a moment or two. The pounding beat draws me out onto the dance floor, and I let it dictate my moves.

I was getting ready for a date with my favorite Valentine, Ciaran. We were getting real close since Christmas where I quite literally crashed in front of his house. He let me stay there for at least a week. I discovered that he was a sweet man, the first man I ever dated as I was just discovering myself and who I wanted to be.

San Francisco, California…sometime in the future…

There Was a Wizard In My Room

A lesson in fiction.

All started with a game with my wife, at the end were both approved to try to get a threesome with another girl.

Better a Millstone

This one is what came out of a flashback. Accordingly, its a tough read, with sexual assault alluded to, so be careful.

Summer with Em - Chapter 5
by Julie D Cole

My immediate reaction was to pick up the gown and cover myself. ‘What do you mean? Em I don’t have a bust, I’m just overweight.’

End Of Days 5: The Commentary

Hi there, here I will try my best to explain the End Of Days quadrilogy to you all...

A wife makes a serious error in thinking she knows her husband's wants and desires.

Your comments would be very much appreciated.

The Tail of the Wolf and the Shepherd
By Paul Calhoun

Something from the list. Done in fairy tale style because it fits.

Sorcerous wolves attempt to seduce a wealthy shepherd turned land owner from his flocks but matters turn against them when he kills their leader and takes his magic hame. Things turn against HIM when his wife finds out.

A matter of taste.
a story of discovery, acceptance and love

Caution: The following story from my muse is bent in a really bad way. Just never and I repeat never wonder what would happen IF..

The time is 12:40am December 21st.

“I wish Gabs was here,” Juliette sniffled.

“We all do luv.” Jen pulled her eldest closer, Dave in turn gripping his wife’s shoulder in support.

They hadn’t used the car, it wasn’t worth the hassle, and the memorial after all was less than a kilometre from Bond Acres, near the junction with the main valley road. They weren’t the only ones headed there, the events of that night nearly a year ago affected a lot of folk in Dernau and round about, the memorial being unveiled today a physical reminder of that. So it was that they joined the subdued procession of townsfolk heading to the ceremony.

 
 
"Well girl, they'll be here any minute," I said to my cat Cleopatra, who sat lazily between presents under my modest tree.

I walked into the kitchen, checked the oven.

While waiting for the annual visit from Santa, Anya witnesses a near-accident with the old man and his sleigh. Only quick magic can prevent a disaster — but with what consequences?

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Special Dedication:
Grandmother and I would like to thank Elrod for his efforts at bringing our stories to life. We've used a bit of magic to help inspire his tales of our special park and people. We know things haven't gone well for him this past year. Perhaps a bit of Christmas magic will help restore his happy spirits and free his wonderful creative imagination to continue writing (and hopefully more of our tales!)

Merry Christmas to all!

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Note from Elrod: One morning near Christmas, years ago, I found this story on my computer. I claimed to the group that I didn't remember writing it - naturally, no-one believed me. Was it Anya and Grandmother channeling their magic through my computer, or through sleep-writing, as a gift to me and the group? All I know is that I believe in Christmas magic, then and now. Merry Christmas, Happy Hannakuh, and Seasons Greetings!