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I just thought that everyone could share links to their writings here.

P.S : This is not for blogs, we have a separate thread for blogs here. Please only share your writings here.

I just wrote something a few minutes ago : /story/show/...

Zoie wrote: "Have u read my writing yet ruchi?"

No...link??

I'll check it out y'all should use wattpad it's writing program is great

I have a lot of writing featured here:



Let me know your creative thoughts.

The Dude Who Did Dictionaries

I have published two ebooks recently.


Hummingbird is YA paranormal and urban fantasy story about a teenage girl, Naomi, who discovers that not only does she have special powers but she's the first to do so in 50 years. The 'Shadows' - dark spirits determined to cause chaos - have broken through into our world again and only Naomi, with the help of her shadow guide, Jesse, can stop them.

Hummingbird is actually going to be free to download on August 2nd if anyone wants to check it out.

LittleMissBookworm(lauren) wrote: "I'll check it out y'all should use wattpad it's writing program is great"
I agree, Wattpad does seem to be a good resource though I haven't looked into it much.

Hello all, Ancient Treasure is the first book in the Lost Sols trilogy and has just been released. I would love some feedback! Thanks for taking a look!


Vincent Moretti and the crew of the Constellation explore why ancient astronauts were here, what they were doing, and what they were hiding. The journey will explore mysteries involving the pyramids, Atlantis, Roswell, Cydonia, and what really happened on Mars in the distant past. An oppressive government will stop at nothing to keep them from discovering the past, and keeping them from their future. A future which involves finding the alien species which has been visiting our solar system for ages.

My story got published at Out of Print Magazine. Here it is for your consideration:


Hope you like it. It is a yound adult story about growing up in the 90s India. (now it is the first chapter of my book Manan)

Hello everyone.
Amazon set up my novella with a five-chapter preview here:



For those who get beyond the first sentence...want to read more than the five chapters, let me know. I will get a copy off to you.

I would love an opinion or two, and a review would be great.

I just wrote something new and posted it on GR. Please have a look : /story/show/...

Kalyug Briefs by ME..... available now on Kindle:

Grab FREE vol 2 and 3 till 1st Oct 2014,

Vol � 3 :
Vol � 2-:
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Hi, my name is Andrea Hintz and I am the author of The Tesoro Series! The first book was recently released, and the second book will be coming soon. It is a treasure hunting book series and has had all five star reviews on Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ so far! Here is some information about the first book!

Tesoro: Secrets of the Hidden Treasure (Volume 1) by Andrea Hintz

What would you do if your wild, thrill-seeking cousin who is known for deceiving you into going on disastrous road trips and “disadventures� asked you for a ride? Daphne Bleau (that’s right, like the color) is not the kind to be tricked easily. She’s conservative, boring, and has a tremendous fear of trying anything new and exciting. She’s also brilliant, but her consideration and concern for her mischievous cousin causes her to fall for another one of her cousin’s antics. But this time, her cousin is caught up in something different . . . The Tesoro project is one that requires solving difficult riddles and puzzles in order to track down artifacts left behind by a dangerous pirate group known as Tesoro who lived back in the late 1600s. What starts off as more of a leisure activity ultimately takes over and seems to permanently captivate whoever joins in on the search, making the people involved take extreme measures to stay ahead of each other. The clues start off simple, and gradually become more dangerous. By the end, their lives are at stake. To make matters more complicated, Daphne and her teammates have run into an uncle who has been almost completely absent for the past fifteen years. Her family has been secretive of the reasoning behind his whereabouts. The story begins in the beautiful Hamptons and unexpectedly transitions to Rome, Italy. Throughout, there are flashbacks focusing on the story of Johnny Higgins; a rebellious, teenaged pirate who has been trapped in the Tesoro crew for years. His attempts to escape have failed him, and he feels as though he is living in a world not his own.

It is available here:

Hi everyone. I love to read a lot and have recently started reviewing. I am open to all kinds of books except those with explicit content, violence or horror in any form (I am honestly scared of too violent or horror stories)
You can go through my reviews here

I also write at times on random topics. Some time in future, I intend to write a book
You can go through my blog here

I am writing a book !
but I don't want to tell about it to anyone until I finishes it!

I have written so many stories... Most of them unfinished... But yeah have tons of poems... Both in Hindi and English :)

Devi wrote: "Hi everyone. I love to read a lot and have recently started reviewing. I am open to all kinds of books except those with explicit content, violence or horror in any form (I am honestly scared of to..."


I am a poetess and I am welcoming to reviews. :) Let me know if you would be interested in reviewing a poetry and prose book.
Thanks! Cheers!!

I I am both a poetess and story writer. I have an online writing portfolio at Writing.com too, see the link in my profile too :-)

And interesting news ==> I have been published at Beyond Magazine as well as will be published in another magazine called PearTree Literary Hatchet!! :D

I've got a suspense coming out soon: Just Two Weeks. I am waiting for approval for a giveaway by GR - a couple of days they say

Hi everyone!

I've published four books so far and have got another one coming soon (: Exciting times! Thanks for sharing it here with you.
Are you looking for a different kind of Fantasy read? Thought-provoking, full of intrigue, passion, lesbian romance and drama?
The Queen's Curse
Or a short mysterious read?
Chained Freedom

Or if you like reading Supernatural series with realistic problems, try The Comyenti Series.
This series, with full length books, introduces a unique humanoid species: comyentis who can merge their minds with animals to gain special powers for the greater good. They are beautiful empaths with a love in their heart for all life. But who are they? And where do they come from?
Why are they on the planet Bhan? What is their tragic history with humans; their number one enemy, and how come comyenti’s with all their power were once overpowered?

Sula has to live her life in hiding because of her unique abilities and to protect herself. She might very well be the last one. But she has one dilemma; her search has not led to another comyenti and time is running out: she needs to mate with a human in a last attempt to save her species, but can she? When she comes across an attractive sensitive farmer, Felix, she thinks he might be the answer.
Can she overcome her aversion to humans? What is their one weakness and how can they rise above this?
Just when Sula thinks she has made the right decision, a mysterious dark beautiful stranger turns up, other comyenti, Shazar, and with him new dilemma’s arise and danger. We slowly learn more about his past and adventures. But can he be trusted? This is the start of a confusing time for Sula and falling for Felix’s sister, Feline, might or might not help with this. Can she accept being stuck in between two worlds? Can any comyenti really and should they? How powerful are the comyentis really? What will the future hold if they survive at all?
Who are these strange shapeshifting creatures and what do they want from Sula and her children? Can the comyentis stop them before it’s too late?
What is their connection with their new found enemy?

On Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ:
Call Off The Search
Children Of The Sun

On Amazon:
Book 1:
Book 2:

Hi, my name is Angel M.B. Chadwick. I've been writing for 24 years. Been published several times before. I'm an indie author and inventor working on my next book,a novel and various others to be published very soon. But, I am trying to get more promotion and more sales for this first book. If you want something with a fresh and new unique twist on a literary genre then I'm your girl. Please read, vote, rate, give a review, promote, buy this book a non fiction memoir written in the form of poetry with a twist on several genres in the mix. Here are the direct links to my book:

Corridors of My Mind

I will probably start a group to do that..

How's everyone doing? It feels great to be back at GR.

I thought I would start off with this group by sharing my work. I would appreciate your honest comments on my writing:

/story/show/...

How do I add my newest published Ebook to my profile?

Hi guys, if anyone of you has a wattpad, my user is @xghostwriterrx. I write fanfics too as well as original stories. Please follow, comment and vote if you like 'em. Much thanks to you if you check it out! x

Hi, fellow book lovers!

I'd like to share my current books; any reviews and/or comments are of course welcome!

Genome is a paranormal (ghosts to old dudes like me ;-) mystery with a cool hitech twist and features both a strong female character ( a medium who helps the main character find his lost love) and an AI, Artificial Intelligence character.

Arlo and Jake is SciFi adventure series that's purely for fun and action. There are 2 books now and the 3rd is out next month.

Thanks for opportunity to chat, read and trade favorites!

Gary

Whispers Beneath the PinesCarla Kovach


Hi, I would love to introduce my new crime thriller. There are also a few short stories on my Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ blog if anyone likes a short read. Thank you x

Free if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited.

Whispers beneath the Pines

Twenty two year old classroom assistant Eve leaves England for sunny Turkey with her four childhood friends and Kevin; her first love who she hasn’t seen for six years. The group plan to have one last adventure before they have to finally relent to adulthood. What they think will be a week of sun, parties and romance soon becomes sinister when they take a trip to the mountainous province of MÜgla for the day.

Eve soon realises that things are not what they seem. She sees that something isn't right but her friends are oblivious. Can she convince them all before it’s too late?

Available on Amazon.com too. Free if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited.

Purvika wrote: "I have written so many stories... Most of them unfinished... But yeah have tons of poems... Both in Hindi and English :)"

Tell us more, Purvika! It's wonderful to be able to meet and read new authors, especially from places I've never traveled.

Gary

Gary wrote: "Purvika wrote: "I have written so many stories... Most of them unfinished... But yeah have tons of poems... Both in Hindi and English :)"

Tell us more, Purvika! It's wonderful to be able to meet a..."

Hi Gary ,

..I am not a published author just a novice who find Ecstasy in writing and writes just as a hobby. It is all here on goodreads itself. If you still feel to check it out then please do check and share what do you think of it... But yeah they all are just drafts as I still have to do edits. So please ignore typos as there might be many.

The link : /story/list/...

Purvika wrote: "Gary wrote: "Purvika wrote: "I have written so many stories... Most of them unfinished... But yeah have tons of poems... Both in Hindi and English :)"

Tell us more, Purvika! It's wonderful to be a..."

Thank you, I'll read as I can and leave comments.

Gary

Writing a story! Here's the link: /story/show/...

Ruchi wrote: "I just thought that everyone could share links to their writings here.

P.S : This is not for blogs, we have a separate thread for blogs here. Please only share your writings here."

Rhythms! by Sagar Waingankar
Will be glad to receive your valuable comments, reviews and feedback!

Sagar wrote: "Ruchi wrote: "I just thought that everyone could share links to their writings here.

P.S : This is not for blogs, we have a separate thread for blogs here. Please only share your writings here."
..."
Thanks. Good advice.
Cheers Paul. :)

Thanks Paul, hope you enjoy the free flow!

Thanks Paul, hope you enjoy the free flow!

Beast of Venery

I just put the last editing in last night and the book is finally ready for publication. Phew, it feels good to be done.

“I like pie, alright. Pie and white wine go hand in hand like the cheese covering the macaroni plate over there.� With fork in hand she pointed over at the heaping bowl of glowing, golden melted cheese covering the pasta. “Or peanut butter and jelly, or you and boxer shorts.�
“You haven’t even tasted my special sauce for the ribs, babe?�
“Your special sauce alright� what are you actually talking about here?� She gave him an evil side glance, and stuck her fork into the crispy pie shell, red cherry filling seeping out to cover the fork.
“Oh, you have a dirty dirty mind, my dear.� With eyes blazing he aimed his gaze at her face and slowly shook his head.
“It’s not my mind, it’s the wine working.�
“Then by all means, have some more.�
“You’re bad…� Cherry pie now covered half of her plate, but didn’t stay long enough to heat up the porcelain. Her fork was already jammed high with the first round of gooey sweetness going into her mouth.
“Oh, if you only knew, honey. It’s hard to be good around you.�
“It sure is hard alright.� She let her eyes slowly roll down his upper body and land on his crotch.
“Oh, you mean this?� He said, pointing with his whole hand down at his obvious erection. “If I smear cheery filling over this bulge, would you eat that too, the same way you’re hungry for that pie on your plate?�
“Try me. As I said, I like pie.�
“Ah, woman. You’re driving me nuts.�
“Nuts, and hard. Hm, any other word games we can play here? You’re making it too easy for me.�
“These are my favorite jeans. The cherry would stain my crotch.�
“I’m sorry, but are you telling me you’d actually prefer to have clean jeans rather than having my head between your legs?�
He laughed, and for a second it seemed like he weighed the options in his mind.
“That decision shouldn’t be that difficult to make, babe." She answered in shocked. "I think I’m actually insulted. You picking clean clothes instead of having me lick cheery pie of off your hard on. You do know there are these things called washing machines right? They’re quite amazing, in fact I’ve even heard they can clean stains off of fabrics. You should consider that next time you’re given an offer like this.�
“Save some of the pie, and I’ll take you up on that offer later, without pants on.� He smirked.
“Sorry, offer has expired. You ought’a be quicker next time.� More giggle spread over the backyard during their late evening meal.�

- Beast of Venery

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link to my new story. Hope you guys like it!

This is a good initiative, Ruchi :)

I've recently published a book . You can find the excerpt of the story on the book page Love Life Labyrinth

A small excerpt from ' Arlo and Jake Enlist', the first book in my humorous SciFi adventure series. I introduce Jake, a retired software geek and ex Nuclear Submariner, and Arlo, his pet chameleon.


“I’m telling you, Arlo, retirement is the greatest invention since the root beer float,� I murmur, stroking Arlo’s snout ridge absently. Gazing out at the gentle waves from the porch, I scooch my butt around in the old wooden lounge chair, trying to get more comfortable. The cushions blew away in the last squall. Who needs ‘em? My backside is cushy enough.
Sighing as I find that sweet spot on the chair, I glance down at the big, emerald-green panther chameleon perched on the flat chair arm. Arlo has stretched out to his body to its full foot and a half to soak up the hot afternoon sun. He’s chosen a lovely mottled sea-green for his morning camouflage.
“Thirty years twiddling bits as a software programmer was enough, little buddy. It was time to stop making the corporate fat bosses fatter and live the good life. Wadda ya say, buckoo?�
Glancing over the top of my Fat Tire beer, I wait for a reply from my little cold natured friend; sort of. After half a dozen bottles of my favorite brew, I tend to forget Arlo is only talking back to me in my imagination. I think. I hope.
And right on cue he turns his freaky little left eye 180 degrees to look back at me, keeping the right one glued forward. A tiny little Sean Connery voice echoes in my head. “Sure, Dude. You coded like a lion, man. Now you deserve to kick back and watch the hotties strut down the beach. Live it up Dude, for tomorrow you die.� His eye flicks back forward. You’re creeping me out, little buddy, yesterday you sounded like James Dean. Pick an imaginary voice and stick with it, will you? Hmmm. One more brew and it’s time to lay off for the afternoon.
I take another swig and straighten out my favorite Hawaiian shirt; bright green parrots in a jungle scene. It matches my lime green beach shorts perfectly. I settle back and look up to the beach just in time to catch a pair of beach bunnies strolling by in the latest swim suit fashion; flesh colored, almost invisible thong bikinis. Nice. I’m not sure if it’s fashion or just a creative way to use knitted dental floss but my complements to the designer. Sigh. Too bad I have grandkids older than these two.
Settling my favorite straw hat down a little further on my head I tip the bottle at the redhead. Usually the girls passing by just ignore me and my old fashion displays of gratitude, but this time she actually smiles, gives me a wink and a little wave as they walk by.
My heart pops up into my throat for a moment. Now what the hell will you do if she comes over and starts talking to you? Iron willed you are not, and all you’ll remember afterwards is the lack of tan lines. Will you remember the color of her eyes? Hmmm, I’m sure she has eyes but... nope, got no clue.
Arlo actually moves his tail a micro meter, startling me with this rare demonstration of effort. “Wow, Arlo! You need to rest after your morning exercise?� Arlo whips the left eye back at me for two seconds in disdain and then I swear he grunts. Lizards can grunt, right?
I realize my social faux pas immediately. “Sorry, man. It’s the sun. I’m suffering from dehydration, I swear.� His eye bobs up and down a couple of times and then whips back forward to scan the beach.
“Sheesh, a little touchy are we? Not enough gnats for you this morning? Man you should be in gnat heaven today; they’re thick as flies…� Hmm that’s not all that funny I guess.
Peering down the neck of the dark brown bottle tells me a sad tale; empty. I drop it into the box next to my chair with its brothers. Reaching over Arlo, I pop the lid on the cooler and snag another cold, wet bottle.
The emergency church key is on a string attached to the back of the chair, ever at the ready. I grab it and flip the cap. Ha! Number 7 and got it on the first try!
Tossing the cap into the box, I chug half the ice-cold nectar in one draw. It burns the back of my throat on the way down. A wonderful, brain freezing kind of burn. Ahhh, life is good.
I settle the bottle on the chair arm and sit back. I should get up and take a pee before I fall asleep� or I could enjoy the buzz and the warm breeze first. Hmmm, decisions, decisions.

Just wrote a review on Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. Would be awesome if you'd check it out!

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I thought I would share this little excerpt from my e-book simply titled "North" ISBN 9781925171884.


After the slide, Boomer raced back to the vehicle and he was panicking with no real idea or clue of what to do now. The mind wandered aimlessly in all directions. Feeling frightened and guilt ridden for leaving them there at the bottom of the slide, wondered what to do next but no answers came to mind. His mind vacillated in indecision; should he go back or not and if not, what was he going to say to Sally? Joey was her best friend and even if it didn’t involve him, he knew she would not accept his reactions. If he returned to the site, they would blame him, but maybe not. He could say that he just happened to be in the area and came over to see what was going on after seeing the dust in the air. But it was too late now, many hours had past. ‘My god, I hope they aren’t hurt, or worse.
The tortured mind twisted proper logic. Good sense and common decency seemed to evaporate from purpose and he continued to drive aimlessly around the land for hours while all the time, the mind replayed the same scene over and over again. He had to stop the vehicle and dry wretched. The stomach felt as if it was being turned inside-out as the guilt ridden mind twisted about like a half cut snake. Eventually he frantically made his way back to camp. Sally could hear him coming from a mile away and knew something was wrong simply by the erratic high revving engine noises and irregular gear changes.
Feeling slightly on edge and a little anxious she waited for the jeep to enter their camp and he hit the brakes hard causing the vehicle come to a grinding stop in a cloud of red dust. The sound was awful caused by the accumulation of dust and dirt that had found its way in between the disc pads and the callipers. The fine dust began to settle which left a thin coat over the paint-work. He slung the door open and ran out like a drunkard and was shouting loudly. ‘I think they’re hurt; really hurt,� and kept repeating himself while running toward the tent.
She was shocked and wondered what was going on. ‘Who’s hurt? What are you talking about?� She asked with a look of alarm while trying to establish exactly what he was ranting about; it sounded like gibberish. Then firmly, asked. ‘What’s all the shrieking about?� She managed to sit him down and tried to bring some sort of order to his senses. This was in vein and he continued to rant. Then sliding off from the front of the chair, he dropped to the knees while clutching the hair on his head and began rocking back-and- forth in nonsensical hysteria.
Hearing the commotion, others had now gathered around the outside of the tent. She yelled at them to back-off and give some space; then squatted down in front of him and pulled his head up so as to meet the eyes and get his attention. The iris looked cold and grey between the bloodshot white of the eye ball.
He was basically non-responsive, so she did the only thing that might get his attention quickly and slapped him hard with her open hand across his cheek. He stopped ranting for just long enough for her to ask. ‘What is going on, Boomer? What has happened?
Although he was no longer ranting, he was still none responsive so she slapped him again but not quite as vigorous as before. Only then did he stop
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and brought his blood shot eyes up to meet hers before beginning to explain what had happened. She listened in silence to all he said and then accused. ‘And you just left them there…and did nothing? As she asked, the tone of her voice changed and rose to a high shrill of anger and annoyance.
All of a sudden, she saw a side to him that had previously been blinded too and almost recoiled in revolution. At this very moment, she likened him to a gutless wonder that would comfortably wield the whip of his draconian masters with reckless, arrogant and merciless abandon.
Her mind cast itself to Joey and imagined all sorts of things before then also thinking of the others. Boomer acknowledged the accusations and nodded his head in affirmation. He was hoping for comfort or understanding, but there was none; just distain and he heard the words sound hard, harsh and uncompromising with no kindness or compassion in them at all

Here is a chapter from Something Divine..

Oneness

But who knows what happens behind these determined
illusions of life? Slowly and quite unknowingly we are
carving our path that takes us to that elusive valley where our dreams shine fulfilled. Gently wandering in the ethers are our thoughts about to become. Hidden around the corner of a little time is that quietly meandering river and our rendezvous with destiny. The skies are wide open with our hopes of a sunny day, waiting for only a smile of acknowledgement, a trustful surrender to some playful wind.

An abandonment, to allow our miracles to take
place. For a very long time now, love has felt like an illusion, an ephemeral dream that always turned into a nightmare, fleeting at best. For ages, we have vacillated between the opposite extremes of repressed purity and wanton vulgarity, never finding the joy in between. The true lover always remained a dream or a painful memory.

We always got carried away by the imperfect object of our perfected love. It was not deep enough to withstand the cruel forces, forces very much within us, the ones who did not know. This time we are going all the way. This time our awareness might be broader. But then, we may have to leave someone or something behind. Those treasured moments cannot be played back like a videotape. It happens, and one moves on, just a little enchanted, just a little surprised at the strangeness of it all.

Life is unfolding... an absorbing drama, personal and full of wonders. SOMETHING sustains life. YOU are not the boss here. And nothing really belongs to anyone. It is all changing hands, so that the one cosmic dream may realize itself. We are taking our share and passing it on.

Some of us shy away from the challenges. Challenges that call for a greater leap of faith from within. That bravery must surface, must come forth. How else can it come, other than through seemingly impossible hurdles? If no horizons are envisioned, no mountains can be climbed. We want to conquer a higher truth. A greater happiness because this is another age, dawning before our eager eyes and time must cease to give us songs we cannot sing. Broken strings of a desperate guitar that failed to render its music. Well, some of us have learned our own little song and now it’s time for us to sing!

We are the expression of our true love, the true energy that is not separate from us. It is within us, around us, and everything is a beautified form of its infinite creativity. We only need to surrender to that quivering familiarity from which we think we are separated. Only the thought of separation is enough to destroy us, and keep us miserable.

The ultimate bonding can happen only when we have
realized it happens within us. Every friendship is thus eternal. Our awareness of this can only grow... hence these experiences are an opportunity to greater realization. More being, more joy. A door opening towards a fuller life. And all we have to do is give up our hang-ups and relax. There is nothing terrible. Only our distorted fears from a past best forgotten, when we refused to know, even when we were given the opportunity.

And YESS! There is a dear friend; a cherished fulfillment of our heart's deepest longing. Love of our love and soul of our soul. But this knowing is a very special knowing. Words can only describe thoughts but not that inner experience of communion. It has to simply happen. It is going to happen because, in reading these humble words, You have allowed your energy to witness the soul-force manifest the magic!

Something Divine

Gary wrote: "A small excerpt from ' Arlo and Jake Enlist', the first book in my humorous SciFi adventure series. I introduce Jake, a retired software geek and ex Nuclear..."

Nice. Well done. Pick an imaginary voice already... :)

Zafar wrote: "Here is a chapter from Something Divine..

Oneness

But who knows what happens behind these determined
illusions of life? Slowly and quite unknowingly we are
carving our path that takes us to that ..."

Hi Zafar. I like what you've written. In a way, your writings remind of a tape I heard from a uni lecture by Joseph Campbell - a renowned historian and mythologist that spoke about the origins and intents of old mythological stories; one being Parsifal's quest in search of the Holey Grail - what it really is and its significance. Of course, the Holey grail seems to be a metaphor regarding the opportunity in favour of being tested in ones ability to exercise a pure intent of doing a good deed over what convention all too often lends one to do. In short, I suppose it's a test of Character.
I think your writings also seem to identify with this aspect - but in a more contemporary manner.
Cheers Paul. :)

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Hi paul, thanks for your comment.. and yes there is a lot of contemporary things that I want to share.. it's quite unique because I had the opportunity to live in three great cities besides the city the Earth needs - Auroville where my book culminates with an interesting message.
Stay tuned, I will be offering free copies here soon. If you want a .pdf copy, go to the facebook page of the book.
Cheers from Bangalore, India

Thank you Zafar, that would be appreciated.
Cheers
Paul.

The constant caress grazing my neck intensifies. His solid arm slides around my waist, holding me a little too tight.
Imperturbable fingers sift through the layers of material to lift up under my torn T-shirt, brushing the hot, damp skin across my tattoo. Teeth nip at the soft place between my shoulder and décolletage. Sharp electric pulses shoot into my toes.
Silk slides across my jugular—razor-sharp like a samurai cutting through fresh snow. I shudder with pleasure, pain, and anticipation. I surrender to him.
A small, mellifluous voice of reason protests somewhere in the recess of my mind, but the pacifying language from my stranger lulls me away. Even the voice from behind the reinforced steel remains quiet.

Chance the Darkness

Hi, all!

I'm, Angela Chrysler and have selected THIS to be my introduction. It is a sonnet composed by my MC, Bergen, during a fit of inebriation. And for the record, "The Dark One" is Bergen and he knows it.

“Oh Gruit, the Dark One Comes�


“There, within the shadowed brink,

The Dark One comes with lavished drink,

For ne’er will a maid there be,

As sweet as my Sweet Gruit, my drink.

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Beyond the brink, she comes with me,

My bed that night I’ll share with she,

No deeds were e’er as great as she,

Save for my sword, my tongue, and me.

-

Within the brink and finest hour,

When fullest body, I devoured,

There it was that I deflowered,

The fruits she bore within my bower.

-

Ne’er mind what Day-Gone thinks,

Nor what I lay beyond the brink,

For when I lay me down to sleep,

My coupled lass, My Gruit will sing.

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Although my sword may lose its sheen,

Although sweet Gruit, she may dream,

Of sharper swords, of hops, and things,

To me my Gruit, will always be,

My first, my dearest Gruit, my sweet.�
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Gruit is the spiced mixture used to brew beer before Europe discovered hops. ;)

To read more about Bergen from my fantasy, Tales of the Drui: Dolor and Shadow, here is my link

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and also