Elodi and the Wrong SonSpring, Year 760 of the New AgeElodi and the Wrong Son1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Glenmore, in the Glenwood
Featuring Elodi, Princess Landa (NPC) and Lord Saple (NPC), with mentions of other NPCs.
Whispers and furtive looks and whispers.
Elodi didn't understand it. Why didn't anyone look as happy as him? Wasn't this a happy occasion?
When the pained cries had finally come to an end, both Elodi and Lord Saple had immediately shot up, staring at the den; waiting for someone to come out, to tell them what was happening. Elodi had been surprised to see that the dark stag had looked less put-together than usual; it was nothing in his expression, THAT was as calm as always. However his strong body held a certain tension in it, one that suggested the dark Lord was doing the equivalent of preparing for a fight or flight.
But why? Was he really so nervous about being a dad?
Wanting to try and help his friend's mate, he smiled
Tide: Chapter 4: PrideTide: Chapter 4: Pride17 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4: Pride
The following morning, Freya rose early, unable to sleep that evening. Her anger, still fresh, only motivated her to get her work done. From 4 o'clock, she was down the stairs, apron on and hair tied back, cleaning the reception area floorboards with a brush and soapy water. The rainy weather had resulted in muddy footprints everywhere, and the sight of them just reminded her of how annoying the general public could be. She tore them away in a flurry of bristles and bubbles. After that, she progressed through the hall, cleaning furiously. By the time she had reached the kitchen, it was already time for her sister to rise. She heard someone approach from behind, and turned to greet them. It was her mother. She must have stayed the night in Granny's room. Saying nothing, Freya turned back to her work again, scrubbing away at the tiling on the floor. She tried to look as busy as possible to avoid conversation, and listened as the other simply made her coffee an
Original Work: Let Your Waves Crash Down On MeMaybe if you squinted, the sand would be whiter, but other then the more tan color of the sand, the beach was a paradise. The ocean was calm, the sky blue, the sun baring down on her already tanned skin as Gage Madison sat on her beach towel looking out at the calm waves, light brown waves of hair occasionally flying in front of her face from the ocean breeze.Original Work: Let Your Waves Crash Down On Me11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She had lived on this beach for more then ten years since her father had gotten a promotion at his law firm. Here she met all of his old college friends who had grown up and had families of their own, she had pretty much grown up with all of the children of her father’s friends. Every summer most of their time would be spent on the beach.
They had a spot on the beach that only they stayed on. It was away from the other tourists, a quiet spot a mile from the major hotels and retail areas. Usually watched by a few very attractive lifeguards who were friends of Nikolai Yuri.
Nikolai was the son of Dimitri Yuri, a man who owned
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“That’ll be six seventy-two sir.”
“Shove it, kid. Don’t call me sir. You don’t have that right.” The portly man wobbled away like a drunk penguin after handing me some coins and crumpled up dollar bills.
“My apologies; have a nice day!” What I really wanted to say was, “My apologies. Do you see that Corvette driving by? Would you be so kind as to walk in front of it? Have a nice day. Sir.” Such is a day in the life of a person working at a local no-name convenience store in the middle of another December winter in Denver, Colorado.
My name’s Hayden. I’m just a typical 17-year-old who goes to high school, has a minimum-wage job, and lives with his parents. I suppose the only unorthodox thing about me would be that I don’t throw my money away whenever the
David and Sarah - part 10Shortly before two, Sarah suddenly sat upright in her chair, looking off towards the sea-front. Chris and Angela followed the line of her sight and saw David coming up the road. They exchanged a look across Sarah’s back and stood up, excusing themselves on the grounds that they were going to go to the pool bar for lunch. Sarah barely acknowledged them, her entire being focussed on the figure walking slowly towards the building.David and Sarah - part 101 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As soon as they were on the stairs down from the apartment, Chris’ composure broke:
“How could she do that to David? Doesn’t she realise that he’s got real issues over his weight? Does she know about his past problems?” Angela shook her head, her lips pursed.
“She certainly knows that he’s got a negative self-image where his weight is concerned, and she’s well aware of how cruel it was to pick on that, but I don’t think he’s told her how close he came to having