And the Chunnering Wyrm Doth Chide
Well, it's a complicated story. This was a few years back, by now. I was trying to get up toward St. Arringer's, I'd had a message from a cousin there was work to be had. So I was catching long distance busses when I could afford em and hitchhiking...
The House of Hands (and More)
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The Devil May Care 31
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A Treasure of Time 8
Nat moaned out loud at the feeling of the slow, ghostly footjob, and it was only made worse as the ghost hand that had been rubbing his balls returned, too.
Can I borrow your body?
Her.** **pham snapped h**** er **** fingers ****.** **"**** i trust no ghosts.
Sparks of an Ancient Light Part II
Would it be ridiculous," cookie replied, "for a ghost to say he feels alive?"
Be Careful What You Summon For (Revision 1)
Didn't you ever enjoy ghost stories around the fire? this will be just like that!" i persuade him. "i already agreed alright, eve? when did you wanna invite your demon friends?" i let out a small pout, "i was thinking after dinner."
The Mage and the Blacksmith
The head of the wraith, despite hidden by a ghostly cowl, seemed to sense the terror that must have risen from the terrified mage like a stink.
The Carousel of Spirits
The shadow of ghostly gray that was otter's ethereal form already sat in the doorway of the workshop. artie didn't know how, but the ghosts always knew when their bodies were done.
The Roommate
He barely made it to bed. --- . --- bryan had to be a ghost. he had to be, daniel thought. the next day, the door to bryan's room was locked. daniel had tried knocking, then turning the handle when he woke up.
Spirit of the Sands
Rifle in hand All through the night He sees the targets through his sites They try to run, covering their head For when he pulls the trigger they all fall dead Those who are spared by his hands Will know the Spirit of the Sands.
This Used To Be My Eternity (Poem)
--This was written a while ago as well. Again, I was in an odd mood. I much prefer this piece though than the previous one. The title and the final line come from 'Le Portrait De Petite Cossette'-- There was a time when I was alone Interacting with...