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Marital Arts Part 18 - The Fruit of Lost LoveThe Atlantic Ocean seemed unusually fervent that midmorning, heavy breakers spraying froth over rounded rocks, colouring them black and shining with wetness and sending droplets cascading high up in the air, before withdrawing in a whirl of drenching green flurry. The sea spoke forcefully of restiveness and alteration, of the approaching autumn and the storms to come with it. There was a tang in the air too, a reminiscence of the summer which was coming to an end, a biting chill which nipped the noses and the chins of the man and woman on horseback who were taking the meandering track across the dunes, enjoying the solitude of twosomeness inMarital Arts Part 18 - The Fruit of Lost Love in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marital Arts Part 15 - The Marital RestorationRising to his feet in rage and despair, Oberon went after his wife. Then he stopped in his tracks, recalling Cordelia and her intriguing double nature as the harsh and cold head of the Supreme Court and the hot wanton female in bed. Recalling the kitten-like Princess Saaga, the noble ladies Fatima, Rosalia and Arlena. Colonel Carmen and professor Kanri. The ruthlessly shrewd business-woman Oxarla. The lush singer and artist Elmanda. And all the others. The stray kids he had sired. However his attention spans when it had come to these ladies had been shorter than sparks. Only judge Cordelia had lasted longer in his mind – but she had beenMarital Arts Part 15 - The Marital Restoration in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marital Arts Part 17 - The Motherly AdviceBy the table in the Royal Breakfast room, beneath huge chandeliers with a few candles burning, Princess Aziel was sitting with her sister Princess Alselane and their cousin, Prince Iardanel. They were talking yesterday's festivities over, as Uriel walked into the room, retrieving a china plate from the buffet and starting to fill it with food, before stopping and regarding his son and nieces.Marital Arts Part 17 - The Motherly Advice in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Morning," he paused and became greeted with the same word from the trio by the table.
"You look tired, uncle," Aziel went on, tilting her head as she regarded Uriel while he finished gathering breakfast and sat down opposite of the others.
"Guess it
Marital Arts Part 16- The Communion's Completeness"I love you regardless of who you are." Titania finally whispered. "But if I can help you becoming Oberon for real, have no doubt I will. Just put your trust in me, because, dear heart, I love you so utterly!"Marital Arts Part 16- The Communion's Completeness in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With one sweep, he took her into his arms and kissed her, unbridled joy and relief on his face. He wasn't about to let anything come between them again.
"I love you too, Titi! When the moon falls into the sun is when I'll stop loving you. This is my promise and oath." He gazed into his true love's green eyes, knowing they reflected the feelings in his own heart. "And I am truly sorry for not being with you for the baby deliveries the
Marital Arts Part 14 - The Point Of No ReturnThe pale silver rays of moonlight crept into the shadows as night descended upon the Palace whilst the moon ascended in the starry night sky. With the moonlight the water sprites came from under the sea and their melodious song now echoed through the forests, the mountains and the villages of Cloud Island, creating happiness in the midst of the people dwelling there. And in the Palace the merriment went on, allowing most participants to forget about their weekday worries and loads of demands.Marital Arts Part 14 - The Point Of No Return in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not all. Carrying a night lantern, Titania was ascending the large palace stairs in solitude, leaving the festive buzz of the celebration behind and en
The Princess and the NightingaleThe princess and the nightingaleThe Princess and the Nightingale in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In a far away kingdom lived a beautiful princess together with her father and mother the king and the queen in a great castle. The princess was very beautiful, but very lonely. She had no sisters and brothers. Her best friends were the birds in the castle garden, whom she fed and talked to all through the day.
In the neighbour country lived a prince, who once came to visit the king and the queen. And upon this visit he met the princess and fell in love with her. He asked her to marry him, but she turned him down. Saddened the prince returned to his own country. But he was not going to give up so easily.
In
Blue BlanketsIt rains tonightBlue Blankets in Free Verse More Like This
Life is a black and white movie
The gutters are wet, reflecting the neon
Red letters and below them some blue
marketing a brand of beer which tastes like pee
One letter missing
If fizzes and spatter static
And the stray cat hails the sound
Beleiving it an enemy
But there's no enemies here
Just customers
And old memories
Stored away dreams in a cupboard
Crashed sagas like trojans on a harddrive
Allahs prison is that old computer in the closet
A PC from 96 with the plug pulled
And the hull yellowed by time
The dustworms live there now
Checking their email
Cuddling up for the night
Borrowing our memories
An
Marital Arts Part 21 - The Honesty that HurtsTitania glanced over at Oberon as he entered the office longue, before continuing her talk with Cloë, desperately trying once again to get her daughter to see reason. Unfortunately, the usually rational and level headed Princess was having none of it.Marital Arts Part 21 - The Honesty that Hurts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mother, would you let it go if you were me?" Cloë asked, knowing that Titania would do no such thing. Of all the things she was known for, pride was one of the Elven Queen's most distinguishing features. Even though her time among Humans had changed her, had softened her harsh angles, she was still an extremely proud woman. That pride may have diminished over time but it was still evident.
"It
RhustRhust covers the metalsRhust in Free Verse More Like This
Our dreams are corroded
Our desires are moulding away
In the aether the songs are silent
As the sun sets over the barren landscapes of our mind
Where lakes of tar catches the last green rays before night
Where you and I wait, standing at the structure
This was once a bridge, a high span connecting cities
Two pylons like Eiffel towers gesturing against the sky
Flipping the finger towards dead gods
Uncaring eyes
Sleeping sattelites
Now only this obscene gesture remains
And nobody cares but you and I
And the ghosts down there
Ghosts of dead orcas with their bellies in the air
In the dirty water
While we a
Marital Arts Part 24 - The Halcyon Days16 years laterMarital Arts Part 24 - The Halcyon Days in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Thomas Silvestiri was standing by the railing of his good friend Orkid of Saphirion's beautifully sleek ship Green Eyed Mermaid as it was heading across the glittering Atlantic, snow white sails billowing in the wind, the steam cutting through the water like a knife through butter. It was a good day for sailing, a strong but cold and salt-smelling after-storm was blowing from the rear and a light rain was falling from the almost overcast sky, god rays of sunlight shining through parted clouds and flecking the green sea with discarded golden coins across a lawn.
Thomas pulled at the collars of his jacket and then at his scarf
The HurricaneThe HurricaneThe Hurricane in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh, come on, Hera," said Neyta. "That look on your face, I mean, you are radiant! You look even happier than when the final vote was done on Opening Ceremony day. So who is he?"
"There's no 'he'," I lied, blushing. I had no idea that I was so transparent. What to say now?? But I got saved - not by the proverbial bell but by Scadé who entered the New Dawn office with her red curls ruffled from flying, Maia coming in after her with new pens and notebooks.
"It's really windy out there," Scadé said. "And I mean windy. Not like just another winter storm, but almost like the storms back home in Valhallah when we have to
A night at OlymposA night at OlymposA night at Olympos in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The part of the Nexus session following the Harvest Holiday is dedicated to the budget and finances of the Union. It's generally considered the most tedious part of the political year. Not surpricingly I felt every minute of it here in the Chair Lady's office.
First there is this limited amount of money. Money never seems to be enough, whatever you do. Then there are all these "I want"-ers. They pop up like autumn flowers every year around this season. Organisations and lobbyists as well as the sole god or mortal who keeps claiming that just their case is so important and that they require this and that amount of money to
The Lost Twins 10. Recollections part 1The Lost Twins 10. Recollections part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The distressed crowd burst through the emergency exits, reaching the open and its promise of safety. Pouring out into the cold night, frightened and blinded by smoke, they fanned across the snow-covered courtyard, scrambled against high walls, desperately searching for a safe way out. Finally, a rusted side gate buckled beneath their combined weight clattering down upon the concrete below. Picking their way over the elegant terraces the fleeing people reached a conifer bordered side street, while the tremendous heat from the firebombs above caused the acidic pines to explode.
Flames leapt from the trees and white-hot boughs cascaded into the
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