“Look what I found!” Jeff hollered. George and David looked up to see Jeff holding the hand of a naked, mud covered woman. Her hair was tangled in dreads and her brown eyes were wild with fear. “Sure is pretty, even covered in mud.” said George. “She hasn't said a word I can understand,” Jeff… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Mudbaby
“Honey, I want to see your face as we make love.” “But... we've pitched a tent Ginny.” “I love it when you make that face just as you come. Please?” “Ginny, we'll be um... silhouetted.” “No we won't. We can set it off to one side and no one will see us. Plus, the rest… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday InTentcity
It has been a long cold snowy day here. I've had way too many meetings and things going on. So... I am pulling another story out of the vault. This is another story out of the Shifter Universe. It starts a little slow, and I hope you enjoy it. It is a Looong Story. Oh,… Continue reading Sheeple
The two lovers had gotten lost in the wilds of New Guiniea. They'd been on a two week hiking vacation when the mudslide had wiped out their camp. After spending two days lost in the jungle, they'd stumbled upon the Boetinese Tribe that had welcomed them in with open arms. The Chief's wife had suggested… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Soup’s On!
Another tale from that repository... I was coming down the hill from where Dayffed had pitched the tent when I saw the announcements going up on the board. I walked over and began to look at the festival’s activities. “Hm.... Womyn’s Workshop, Herbal walk, Drumming, Kama Sutra.” Noting the days and times I went to… Continue reading Love Fest (Story #6)
I wrote this a long time ago... 2001. Looking through my files, I decided to bring it out, dust it off and share it with all of you. Enjoy! We've all said the words..... "It’ll never happen to me" and usually it doesn't. So, What pagan doesn't hope that going to some big festival will… Continue reading Festival Time
Liz was tired. The party had been great. A huge bonfire, belly dancing and that hard lemonade from the master brewer had been awesome. She hadn't had that much fun at an SCA event in ages. Now if the drummers would just go to bed, she could get some sleep. Crawling into her sleeping bag,… Continue reading The Charioteer