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Drake’s Story
Intervention
By A. Sylvur
Word Count: 1263
The thunder shook the earth and he felt the rumble throughout his body as he ran. Soaked from his head down to his boots, Drake ran raced through the dark alleyways, as he was once again, hunted like an animal. But this time, he didn’t do it . . .
Posted in General, Short Stories, Teens.
– March 27, 2009
Angel’s Story
Not my Type
By A. Sylvur
Word Count: 4279
The problem? Men or more specifically, the trouble was Raishie’s man. This morning she realized that for friendships to bloom, girl talk was vital. However, when a man stepped his muck into the mix everything changed . . .
Posted in Adult, Short Stories.
– March 11, 2009
David’s Story
The Death Trap
By A. Sylvur
The distant, yet peaceful sunset mixed with the sounds from the wild desert and drifted into the open windows of a lone RV. The owner sat at his lighted desk in a smoky bedroom and wrote on a hand drawn map of his property with a cigarette in his left hand. Skull and crossbones symbols scattered the boundary of the map, but a particular section was flooded with them. Suddenly, a pack of coyotes caught his attention. Their incessant howls told him that someone or something was out there. Uneasily, he released the grip he had on the mechanical pencil then put out his cigarette. His sandy brown hair swayed as he rose to his feet to investigate. In a rush, he strode through the bathroom, down the small hallway into the dining and living room area with the driver section just beyond the door. As he flung the door open, his tall frame leaned out into the evening air as he scanned area. Far away, he noticed something move on the horizon. His sharp green eyes zeroed in on the figure.
Posted in Adult, Short Stories.
– December 31, 2008
Another story . . .
The Nodus of Rahnsyl
By A. Sylvur
For several weeks an ominous darkness enshrouded Rahnsyl. Since this darkness emerged and blocked their beloved sun, all the inhabitants formed speculations as to the reason for the sudden dilemma. They believed that if the right question was asked, the answer would appear. So, everyone joined in and tried to impress their leaders with questions that would provoke a genius answer. For many days questions were thrown around.
One group however didn’t ask questions, they believed they were being punished for infidelity and were outraged at the injustice. Needless to say that group’s leader never went with the other great leaders to Sarbat, who met weekly since the endless night began.
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Posted in Adult, Short Stories.
– November 9, 2008
Rae’s Story ~ (PG 18)
Si Wren
By A. Sylvur
The serene reflection of the moon on the river always tamed man’s beastly shadow. But something else stirred the air and it wasn’t the wind. Si’s head jerked up, her gaze searched the darkness as her sensitive ears listened for sounds. In reaction, her fangs dropped, but she quickly retracted them. The sound of heart beats echoed through the trees from her right. Then more heart beats began to surround her. She knew it was a setup. Pei Sina wasn’t a Shadower. But, it was too late for her now. There was nothing left to do, but wait for her captor.
A tall handsome man with dark hair and seductive green eyes revealed himself. “So we meet again, Si Wren.”
“Di’Vahd, greetings.” She slightly bowed her head. “How are your injuries?”
“Healed. Does it anger you to know you didn’t kill me?”
“If I wanted you dead, you would be. But, glad we had this chat. Now what do you want?” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts.
His eyes wondered over her and she lifted a brow.
“I want nothing from you, but I am taking your freedom.” He waved a hand then said to one of his companions. “Don’t hurt her . . . much.”
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Posted in Adult, Romance ~ PG17, Short Stories.
– November 9, 2008
Lost Love
Promise of Forever
By A. Sylvur
A deep silence unfolded after the artist in his mid-thirties placed his brush and palette on a nearby table. Seconds later, he stepped back to view the funeral scene he had just finished on his living room wall. The dim lights cast eerie shadows in the room as he listened to the painting. He could still feel the suffering portrayed, because it was his own. In a recent dream, he was the man in the mural. Instinctively, he reached for his phone to call his fiancee, but resisted the urge as he hoped she would relieve his fears to prove the dream wrong.
His cell phone vibrated on the coffee table and he twitched at the sudden sound. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face, then answered as he dropped on his sofa, “This is Nick.”
“Nick, it’s Zach.”
Nick’s muscles tensed, “I’m listening.”
“Can you meet me at our unusual spot?”
Being the serious type, Nick despised Zach’s love for life, and he replied, “An unusual request.”
Playfully, Zach added, “I’m an unusual kind of guy.”
“We’re not dating, so I don’t care. But F.Y.I., I prefer our usual spot with coffee.”
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Posted in Adult, Short Stories.
– November 9, 2008
Jessica’s Story
Mystery Model
By A. Sylvur
Chased by reporters, Jessica moaned to herself as she ran. This was not her idea of a good time. Although it did have a spark of fun, she wasn’t completely sure if it was a good spark. The life of a super model was tough but she knew it would be, especially for a model who wore a mask. If it hadn’t been for a friend in need when one of his models turned ill over lunch she would never have been in the spotlight. But oddly the world wanted more of the mysterious model and her career was born against her wishes. It didn’t matter that she hated the itchy Dark Sapphire persona mask, because her family was more important than fame. Reporters, she knew were ruthless when it came to celebrity secrets and her family had many.
As she tried to keep ahead of the press, the routine played over and over in her mind. All she had to do was meet the other models in their usual room. After she rushed into the room, she quickly changed clothes, removed the colored contacts, removed the mask then the raven wig.
“I don’t know why you insist on doing this, Jess. We hate this part.” The Swiss model confessed as she helped to fluff Sapphire’s beautiful lush blonde hair. “Please reconsider and join us.”
Posted in Short Stories, Teens.
– November 9, 2008
Story about Friendship
The Social Stones
By A. Sylvur
The Christmas season was back again and the Blue Waterfall Mall was once again crowded with procrastinators. Decorations crowded the spaces overhead as much as people crowded the walkways. With only a week till Christmas, everyone rushed to find that one special gift. However, in a small alcove within the mall, two teens sat together wary of being overheard as they discussed secret club matters.
Out of the blue, the brunette whispered in a rush, “Crystal, I need to tell you something.” Her hopeful eyes waited for the enchanted gossipy gleam.
The blonde’s stomach growled, tempted by the bakery’s sweets across from them. Thankful everyone else in the mall was caught up in the holiday season not to notice her audible hunger. Ever so slowly, she registered the sudden change of subject. “What?”
“I have a secret to share with you.” She scooted a little closer till their heads touched.
“No, Ruby.” Her voice was unsteady, “Now?” No gleam lit her eyes, “Me? You want to tell me?”
“You don’t have to be brave to be told a secret, Crys. But I’m pressed for time, so why not you?”
Crystal touched her heart and sucked in a breath before asking, “Wait? You’re leaving? I thought that was just a rumor.” After several deep breaths, she asked, “For how long? It’s not forever, is it? I mean you’ll be coming back with your mom occasionally. Right?”
Ruby shook her head, “I’m not sure about anything right now except that turning eighteen seems so far away.”
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Posted in Short Stories, Teens.
– November 9, 2008
Intro to Vapyrean (Vampire) Shorts
This is to introduce my short fiction Vapyrean (vampire-ish) and MerSenian (mermaid/merman-ish) stories. These are not the usual vampire or mer-creatures everyone is used to reading or hearing about. But I do hope you’ll give my version a chance.
Thank you.
For those who are curious, the mer-creatures were created for my youngest daughter, who wanted to be a mermaid. The vampire books that followed and altered the MerSenians’ peaceful existence and changed their genetically spliced formula was for my only son.
~A. Sylvur
Posted in Adult, Children, Short Stories, Teens.
– October 13, 2008