It is a quiet night, but for the wind. The Santa Anas' have begun blowing, fanning the inevitable brush fires, leaving the air scented with smoke and desert sage. The last glow of sunlight is fading away and the half moon is already bright in its rising arc. In the broad alley, an elegant Asian woman is enjoying a leisurely evening stroll, her dogs leading the way. She would normally have continued up the crossing street...
The Order of Delta Omicron Mu was a secret society, 152 years in age and only present here, at Vinewood University. As the premier society at an elite private school, many alums of ΔOM were senators, business executives and highly renowned writers. Historically, only men had been accepted into this organization. However, it was now 2017, and the current and former members decided to finally allow women to join their mids...
September 22nd, 1:30 p.m. I arrived at the Rosemary Psychiatric Institution, where I’ve been promised an interview with a patient who was admitted over two years ago, and whose mental condition remains unchanged. It’s my hope to learn more about the conditions of her admittance, as the media would only say it was of an ‘occult nature’. Those words were what first got my attention. I was a man with a dream of one day becom...
“I am innocent to a witch. I know not what a witch is.”“How do you know, then, that you are not one?”-Examination of Bridget Bishop, Salem Village, April 19, 1692***“Abbie Hobbs is a witch,” Ruth said.Phoebe was standing with her locker open, brushing her hair. She hadn’t even noticed Ruth was there until the girl blurted out something about Abbie, and it was a few seconds until Phoebe registered what it was. “Um, okay?”...
One day afterYou had leftMy mind still blackAnd blueI stood beneath the shower sprayErasing thoughts of you Circling now Just waitingTo try to slip back in Block itStop itMake it drownAgainAgainAgain The stall is thickWith shampoo steamFragrant cloying heat My stomach twistsWith fresh disgustI pull in air to breathe The tile is warmI feel the groutRoughness on my back Steady beating On my headGuards against attack Drummin...
Oasis was the only place in the wastelands of Washington that didn’t look bleak and dark. Instead of blackened tree stumps and brownish plains, the trees were full of life and a luxurious green. Oasis was known as the gem of the wasteland as it looked amazingly bright against its backdrop. It was a blessing from above to all those who lived among the tall, wooden walls of the community. Their water was crystal clear and p...
Tonight we bid farewell to the sun and welcome the coming night....it is Samhain night, the ancient Druid time of preparing for the dark winter ahead. And tonight, before our acolytes, I am naked and oiled, laid upon the altar by the blazing bonfire, waiting for you...my prince, my husband, my bringer of pleasure and love....Join with me...plunge your cock into my mouth as I writhe beneath you, savour my dripping cunt wit...
It's not easy to ask a woman, and a friend, to witness the humiliation of your husband, but it had to be done. I place a call to the only woman that I trust to get the job done, aside from the one who is already helping me on this task. "Hello, Mrs. Blanc." "Hello, Mrs. Riviera." "What's up, Cate." "I have a favor to ask and if you don't want to do it, you're the only one I trust to suggest someone else." "What do you nee...
"Knock knock, Miss Sleepyhead, time to get up; you’ve got a big day today." Jasmine opened her eyes and saw her mother rolling up her blinds. A harsh ray of sunlight flooded into the room, causing Jasmine to shield her eyes and groan irritably."Come on Jazz," said her mother, tugging the sheets off her daughter’s slim frame. "We need to leave in an hour…You don’t want to be late for your first gathering do you?" Jasmine h...
Sarah wakes up in her bed, blonde hair cascading over her pillows. Lifting her head she peers through the curtain of blonde towards the window. A huge smile spreading across her face as she realises its morning. Jumping out of bed, Sarah hurriedly runs over to her cupboard and flings open the doors. Rifling through her various dresses she finally gets to what she is looking for. Pulling out the long red silk gown with its...
Earth Mother - The Ritual My name is Perl, and I belong to a community of Pagan’s. Even at my tender age of nearly sixteen and a half I have come into contact with other communities that do not follow our ways or join in with our rituals. We are a small community that live on the western isles of our mainland. We are true to our Pagan beliefs and celebrate them with vigour. Mabon is the Pagan ritual of thanksgiving for t...
My parent’s died in a car wreck when I was six. My only living relative was my Aunt Amethyst but I always called her Amy. I never liked going to her house. It was scary to me. It was an old Victorian house that had been in the family since the 1800’s. There were four stories to it. On the bottom floor was the main living area with massive rooms. The second floor had four bedrooms with a full bath in every room. The third...
The autumn equinox, also known as Mabon, is the second of the three harvest festivals celebrated by Wiccans. Famous for being a festival of excess, the celebrations are hedonistic in nature. As the days grow shorter, darkness grows in power, until it is equal with light. Balance is, once again, in harmony. Wicca, a fertility religion, requires intense study, and I had studied diligently for the required year and one day....
Hands reach for each others chest,fingers gently entwined.Hearts by gentle beats defined,soft palms, come together,to form a nest.Rise and fallwith each and every breath,shallow and of peace bereft.In a heave of calmness, let yourself go,let comfort assume control.Feel my pulse within yours,feel my breath fill you, head to toe,.Converge in me and I converge in you.Linked together and in synch,feel our emotions rise and fa...
Chapter 1 -- Dark as Wine In your presence, my posture changes. My shoulders are slightly rounded. I let my long black hair cover my face. My eyes tend downwards. It's not deliberate. It's the effect your presence has on me. This is not a game. You do not call me "slut, bitch, whore". I do not call you "master, owner". I don't pretend to understand a relationship where those words mean anything. But I submit to you entire...
