17th Century Privateer Romance ExcerptTshomba hugged onto her ironwood staff as she brushed her way through the forest. Perspiration sparkled all over her deep brown skin while dew from the foliage dripped onto her multicolored gown. The tropical mixture of searing heat and steamy humidity somehow felt more oppressive here than any of the breezy Caribbean islands she had visited recently. Its potency more closely matched Tshomba's native Kongo on the Atlantic's opposite shore. That should have brought back homesick memories, and yet it was a nervous dread that iced her veins inside and made her staff wobble in her hold.17th Century Privateer Romance Excerpt by *BrandonSPilcher
Part of that she could blame on the Spaniards. They may have targeted the Englishman James Swann rather than her, but Tshomba would share his guilt so long as she gave him her magic, her body, and her heart. Only Nzambi Mpungu himself, in all his Creator's wisdom, knew what blood-drenched tortures Don Gallego had planned for his human prey. Swann may have promised her that they would escape his claws within
The secret power of the cappuccinoAnd there he was. Sitting at the other side of Jorge's CyberCafe, he was reading a comic of one of his favorite super heroes, the Green Lantern. He was also at his favorite table too, the one near the bubblegum machine.The secret power of the cappuccino by ~mimireis
As if he felt that was being watched, he looked up, right into the direction of my table. More than fast, I took my cellphone and pretended to be reading something very important at the screen. By the corner of my eye I watched him until he turned his attention back to the comic.
I stared at my cup of cappuccino, and wondered how many more cups it would take until I was able to gather courage enough to go to talk with him. If someday I would ever be brave enough to talk about my feelings. Not sure of how many, but I knew it would take much more than one or two cups. Unfortunately, my fear and insecurity was as big as my attraction to Adam. And, there was that girl that they said me that he liked. Another good reason to keep my mouth closed.
I took a sip of my semi cold
IgniteLoki didn't know what was more humiliating, the fact that he of all gods was wounded, or the knowledge that he had to hide said wound, as it was his own fault. As a trickster, he was accustomed to hiding. Today he'd gotten a little too cocky about it. That was something his brother would have been more likely to do. The comparison to him stung even worse than the arrowhead that was sticking out of his shoulder.Ignite by ~nightchildmoonchild
What had poor Loki learned? It wasn't the brightest idea to disguise himself as a deer, and dare to outrun Thor's arrows. The god of thunder's friends had been unable to score a hit on his hide, which had added to his confidence. Thor, however, had been a different story. The only way he'd managed to stop his brother from catching and gutting him to lope behind a tree, transform into a fox, and painfully dart down a bluff. He'd then returned to his god form, taking care to leave the fox's pelt behind. Loki had managed to yank the shaft out, and hide the head under his cloak when
A Banananadilewski HalloweenAn Aqua Teen Hunger Force fanficA Banananadilewski Halloween by ~Fisherella
It was another Halloween night. The windows and doors were locked, the electric fence with laser beams activated outside. All Carl Brutananadilewski hoped for was a peaceful night. It wasn’t just kids with the usual toilet paper and eggs in his neighborhood. No, he would be lucky if his house wasn’t burned down, or that he escaped brutal, agonizing torture. This was never a good night for him.
Carl stood in the living room, carefully peaking through the curtain to see out, but not be seen himself. He was middle aged, overweight and caucasian. He was very hairy, except for the very top of his head, and his eyebrows and mustache were darker than his hair. Carl wore what he usually wore, a stained white tank top and old, blue sweatpants with green flip flops on his feet.
Hand Banana crawled up Carl’s back with its weird appendages. The creature, and now Carl’s most significant and stable partner, was genetically engineered f
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