The mid-afternoon sunlight is gold and emerald as it filters down through the thick jungle canopy. The air is oppressively hot, heavy with moisture after the morning thunderstorms, and it is thick with the smell of water, wet earth and decaying vegetation. Flies buzz, mosquitoes swarm. The massive trunks of sandbox and brazil-nut trees tower above you, their branches holding up the forest canopy, their bark gnarled and veined with thick green vines. The mud is thick and viscous beneath the dense undergrowth, sucking at your boots with every step. And the jungle itself is so thick in these parts that you spend several minutes hacking open a...
Imagine it...Your body suddenly freezes in place, immobilized in its current position, your every muscle held motionless. There is a crackling sound as a strange tingling passes through you. With horror, you watch as your clothes melt away, revealing beneath them a body that is quickly changing, losing its color, turning pale and then solid white. You feel your skin grow cool and your muscles harden. You feel your face stiffen into an unmoving mask. You feel your hair fuse into a sculpted carving of stone. Within seconds it is over, and you are completely turned to stone. Transformed into solid white marble.Very soon you find yourself moun...
Lana, a stunning 25-year-old blonde, drove down the winding road, her small Ford gliding smoothly over the hot asphalt.
The "You will feel transformed" advertisement in the newspaper had piqued her interest, and today, with a rare day off from her studies, she decided to indulge in some much-needed self-care at the new massage studio.
She parked her compact car and stepped out, the crisp air invigorating her senses as she made her way inside.
The studio's entrance was sleek and modern, with a discreet sign that read "Eternal Bliss."
Lana took a deep breath, smoothed out her athletic wear, and pushed open the door.
Inside, the aroma of essential oils enveloped her, and soft instrumental music played in the background.
A warm, friendly voice greeted her.
"Welcome, dear. I'm Lady Xenia. Please, follow me."
Lana's eyes adjusted to the gloom, and she spotted a statuesque woman with raven hair and a welcoming smile.
The girl's eyes widened as she took in Xenia's captivating
Apparently for some time, my story "Sara's Self Portrait" hasn't been readable here beyond a small badly-formatted piece of the beginning paragraphs. It seems DA converted to a new editor format and this story wasn't compatible. I've reformatted it and the entire story is again available.
Thanks to everyone for their interest in my images and story work, over all these years!