Alteran

This was dark. Very dark and wonderful. I don't have a very clear picture of Paul. You might choose to expand on his look later, but for now I would ...

It would be a plague [s]of locusts[/s] of biblical proportions. Reluctantly, his hearing returned, and suddenly shouts and curses and whispered voices obscured by a rainstorm of static slipped into ...

I agree with Snoink, it really needs the cold cut factual tone to pull of how terrible this is. As it is it sounds so normal and free flowing that ...

This is interesting. I like the diary format, it moves rather quickly though. Something odd to me is that I don't think the person writing the diary would use quotations ...

If you can manage to look past the brutality – past the lust and frenzy. Past grinning faces with mouths that slather globs of dementia. Past the lack of basic ...

Charlotte shook her head and switched off the radio. What had she been thinking? Why the hell had she taken this job? Benjamin Partridge was her antithesis . For her, ...

Chapter 1/Part 2 of 2 -------- Beside him, the older couple were talking softly between themselves, their heads inclined, secrets being tossed from mouth to mouth. Verbal resuscitation. Watching them,

Sarajevo, Bosnia 1992 “They're getting closer, kid,” Dmitry whispered, trying twice to light the cigarette shivering between his lips; the spent matches – one after the other – stumbling to ...

Charlotte Rush slapped the tape recorder on the café table and sat back, letting her eyes trace the geography of the clouds – tattered rags of cotton – that were ...

Chapter One I didn’t even realize it was happening the first time it happened. I thought he had said it, I thought the words had been spoken. I thought wrong. ...

"Where to start..?" She mused, looking over the computer screen and out the window again. "There are so many things I could say. I could say that I regret what ...

They were bathed in the grey I don't know about this decription. Grey light doesn't really match the scene you're panting. light of morning. It came through the large windows ...

Cormyr 1765: A Story The Waning Hero Part I DA 1480 Sorina, the Field Marshall of Cormyr, forsook her sword for a bow and knocked an arrow within the sinewy ...

There was a knock on the Prime Minister’s door, and he clearly spoke, “Come in.” The Prime Minister was an old man; at the age of fifty-two[s],[/s] he became the ...

How very interesting. I do like the comparisons. Man made me laugh, many made my mouth hit my desk in shock. Still, an interesting insight into the wonderful world of ...