Monthly Archives: October 2017

Microfictions

Halloween Microfiction: Sam and the Apple Tree Man By Stella Huerto

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“Sam and the Apple Tree Man”
by Stella Huerto

In the wild apple grove in the woods, Sam sometimes saw the young man. It started when Sam was fourteen and just realizing he was gay, and had continued every autumn for the ten years since. The stranger’s sly face peeked down at him between sun-dappled branches, or his tattered brown jacket and bare feet flashed by as he darted behind trunks. The man had always looked to be in his twenties, never changing in all the years. He only ever showed when Sam came alone, never when Sam’s sister or father were along.

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Serial fiction

Capricious: Chapter 54

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Welcome to Capricious by Julie Cox, a Texan tale of love and magic. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Tuesday. This week is Chapter Fifty-Four.

Chapter 54

 

The next morning, Luke was up with the dawn, and the rest of his entourage followed suit not too long after. He handed them each a cup of coffee as they staggered from the bedroom, each declaring him far too cheerful and energetic. Continue reading Capricious: Chapter 54 →

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Halloween Microfiction: Listen by Michelle J. Norton

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“Listen”
by Michelle J. Norton

Listen closely to the whispers.

She runs through the woods as her mother’s warning echoes through her mind. Trees bolt past her on the worn stone path, cloak enshrouding her. The dark woods close about her. Soon the stones end and the path becomes dirt. Her journey would take twenty minutes, thirty if she walked. She runs.

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Halloween Microfiction: An Offering to the Forest by TS Porter

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“An Offering to the Forest”
by TS Porter

The dryads survived.

Humanity came, with fire and axes, smoke-belching machines ever larger, and chemicals increasingly caustic, but the dryads survived. The great forests were felled, the fae retreated, and many gods died, but the dryads remained. They learned new words for fear—clearcut, feller-buncher, defoliant—but they never faltered.

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Halloween Microfiction: The Old-Fashioned Way by Mina Moxie

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“The Old-Fashioned Way”
by Mina Moxie

“Dariel, you’re on,” Lin called.

Dariel sighed. Halloween meant another glut of humans wanting to make a deal with the devil. Busywork like this fell to lesser demons, and at crunch time, they worked in shifts.

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Halloween Microfiction: Ice Blue by Andrea Dawn

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*editor’s note: Please be advised that this story contains blood play. We realize that is a hard limit for some people and wanted to advise  our readers accordingly.

“Ice Blue”
by Andrea Dawn

Celeste carefully read the last page of the contract, then placed it back on the table.

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Halloween Microfiction: Haunted Heart by R.A. Goli

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“Haunted Heart”
by R.A. Goli

The wind rattled the windows and howled through the miniscule gaps where the glass didn’t quite meet the frames. I unfurled my legs and moved to the window. The rain was heavy, it fell straight down and crashed against the pavement. The rolling, dark clouds obscured the stars and there was a distant flash of lightning and a growl of thunder. I let the curtains fall back into place, obscuring my view of the ominous night sky and went back to unpacking boxes.

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Serial fiction

Incubus Tales: Chapter 48

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Welcome to Incubus Tales: A Thousand Words by Hushicho. In Noctemberg, it is always night. Dhiar, proprietor and gay incubus, welcomes you to Phantasies, a very special shop. Sensuality is more than just Dhiar’s stock in trade, it is his raison d’être. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Thursday. This week is Chapter Forty-Eight.

48th Night—Dry Grass and Shadows

Here they were, more than halfway to Scotland, and the two of them bounced impatiently in the cabin of the ship. The sun drew closer to the horizon, and soon the sky would be illuminated only by the pinpricks of stars and the distant glow of the occasional port town.

Dhiar could have just altered his body, but that wouldn’t have been sporting. Besides which, he had reached and surpassed the point where any significant alterations of the body were only reluctantly undertaken; Chana seemed to have more proclivities to shapeshifting than he did. He felt it was just an unnecessary bother, aside from the occasional detail, here or there. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 48 →

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Halloween Microfiction: The Succubus’ Gift by Kait Muse

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“The Succubus” Gift”
by Kait Muse

“This is definitely not the place.” I flashed my car’s high-beams on the dark cabin.

“Obviously,” Amy said, sitting next to me. I glanced over at her, making sure my eyes didn’t linger too long. Dressed with cardboard wings, horns, and only enough to cover her naughty bits, she looked hot.

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The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 60

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Welcome to The Prince’s Boy by Cecilia Tan, a tale of a prince and his whipping boy ensnared in a plot of dark erotic magic. Warning: explores themes of dubious consent and situations of sexual jeopardy. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Wednesday. This week is Chapter Sixty: Jorin

60: Jorin

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There is a span of time I do not remember. No, I am not speaking of the misty time after I was born and before I could speak. I speak of the hour after the king finished with me. Indeed, I have no memory of his actual finishing, for my mind had fled to some safe corner of my dreams before then.

When at last I surfaced, it was because there was a soft murmuring from somewhere, coaxing me back with a promise of gentle warmth. I gradually became aware that I was lying on my side in a bed somewhere, and that a warm body was wrapped around mine from behind. At the recognition of Sergetten’s scent on the sheets I had the sudden hope that he had transported us back to the keep, far from Maldevar. Continue reading The Prince’s Boy: Chapter 60 →