Legal Issues – Chapter 3

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

Lynn sat up straighter as she looked down her stomach.  Subtle differences in how she saw her body told her that her breasts were different.  At 28 years old, she knew what she should see when she looked at herself.  Her mind picked out subtle differences in the shape and size of her body without relaying the specifics to her.  The effect was almost maddening.  Was she entirely certain they weren’t as full before?  Or whether they hung a little lower or bulged off the side of her body rather than sitting comfortably on her chest? …

Legal Issues – Chapter 2

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property. Forces intervene and the woman changes.

I’m posting this as a test in changing my style and methodology. Rather than taking time to write the whole thing (probably roughly 12,000 words) I’m breaking it up into parts. I’m hoping this allows me to get things out faster while allowing me to take a little extra time to work on the separate pieces. Basically shortening my longer pieces for easier consumption.

Two hours later, alone at her desk, Lynn leaned back to rub her tired eyes.  She still felt rested but also distracted and restless and her eyes hurt from staring at spreadsheets and emails; numbers and letters swam on the screen in front of her. …

Legal Issues – Chapter 1

A young woman visits a farm with intention to make the farmer sell his property.  Forces intervene and the woman changes. 

I’m posting this as a test in changing my style and methodology.  Rather than taking time to write the whole thing (probably roughly 12,000 words) I’m breaking it up into three parts.  I’m hoping this allows me to get things out faster while allowing me to take a little extra time to work on the separate pieces.  Basically shortening my longer pieces for easier consumption.  I hope to have part 2 finished tomorrow and part 3 (the end) finished Monday.

The Pact

Set against the backdrop of 1873, a young man learns the dangers of asking for your hearts desires.  For some forces and dark and enjoy the folly that follows such requests.  The young man’s wish comes with a heavy price that not only he must pay.

A single bead of sweat crept from beneath the band of Little Joe’s hat, burrowing through caked-on dirt until it worked itself down into a muddy afterthought.  The young man rubbed the back of his grimy hand against his cheek, smearing the streak and wiping away bits of dry earth.  He squinted up at the sun while he pushed the heavy plough behind the family’s old, tired draft horse. 

Sacrifice [Dragoness/TF] – Edited

I’ve edited Sacrifice’s ending for clarity and to clean up a few points in preparation for turning it into a multiple chapter series.  New stuff begins in the last … quarter?  Of the story.

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Maida grit her teeth as she lugged the heavily laden basket of potatoes back to her parent’s house. The sun had not yet burned off the early morning fog and the young woman relished the cool mist. Summer had fully set in and the sun spared no mercy for those that worked the fields. Maida grunted and lifted the basket higher, lean muscles tensing under the load.…

Layers Chapter 9

Consider the scene.

Elaine stands at the door with a small bag of various things.  I smell salt and vinegar chips, beef jerky and the aforementioned condoms.  Mostly those because the chemical latex smell is somehow mocking my lack of foresight.  Goddamn these hormones and Stephen’s body.  That sexy, sexy body.  Elaine smells slightly anxious and something close to jealous but not quite that.  It’s a complex thing and I’m not sure how to untangle it just yet.  I don’t think it’s entirely bad.  Probably.  I like her outfit and a small piece of me quickly wonders if I’d look as cute as her in it. …

Layers Chapter 8

I used to think my world made some basic, normal sense.  You are born basically the gender you die with (although, no, hah, not really, I guess) and, well, science.  It works.  The science.  There’s nothing strange or unusual in the world and karma doesn’t exist.  Neither do ghosts or witches or things that go bump in the night.

The world was plain.

Now, here I am, in my bedroom with a man and a woman that I turned into werewolves.  I am a completely different person – a woman now rather than a man.  Oh, and a werewolf, as well. …

The Lady Wore Red Chapter 3

Her dreams were of a single flame. No source or base or anything else – a single flame in darkness. Flickering slowly as if a slight breeze chased an invisible pattern in the air. It wasn’t calming. It wasn’t frightening. It was nothing. She felt nothing – not anxious or happy or at peace or any other feeling someone might get from meditating. She thought once that something moved in the darkness. Moved as if it had always been there, watching and then decided to walk away. As if it had been there before she fell asleep. The quality of the darkness changed and moved and that was the only way she could tell something perhaps was there from before.…

The Lady Wore Red Chapter 2

Michael woke with a groan when his bedside clock blared its siren. His body ached in weird places and he couldn’t remember exactly how he made his way home last night. The evening was a blur after his fifth glass of beer at the bar. Sixth? Seventh? There was that woman and giving her a car ride home but everything after that was fragmentary. Snatches of images and distorted sounds swam to the surface of his memory and then fled when he tried to latch on to them. He rolled over and sat up, slamming the clock to silence it. No time to think about it now – it would come to him or it wouldn’t but right now his headache was killing him.…

The Lady Wore Red Chapter 1

Another late night surrounded by file boxes, paperwork and twelve different documents labeled with “Important!” sticky-notes. Lily sighed, sitting back in her chair to rub her tired, nearly watery eyes under her glasses. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She was wearing herself out working late. Twenty-nine years old and she’d found a single gray hair in the mirror this morning. One single gray hair but it stared at her accusingly. She wasn’t even really afraid of losing her job if she didn’t stay so late – she just didn’t want to leave anything at all to chance in this job market.…