Five Facts About Father

 

1. Father lives and works in the attic. Mom says he is a gentleman, a guide and a guardian.
2. Father is from the first city and he only speaks Truth, but he likes to hum to old ABBA songs.
3. Father smells like sea storms, old teaspoons and rotten bananas.
4. When the stars are right, father loves taking me to the games his team plays below the graveyard.
5. Father doesn’t care about my grades because he says the time of man is about to end.

Dirty Dungeon Downtime

Bekkumat the Operator: Thanks for rushing the dungeon with me!

Bekkumat the Operator: I will reach max level in no time with your help ^o^

*Bekkumat the Operator gracefully bows to Markette the Lady of Fire

Markette the Lady of Fire: No prob lol

Markette the Lady of Fire: That’s what friends are for

*Markette the Lady of Fire blows a kiss to Bekkumat the Operator

Bekkumat the Operator: I want to sell this loot asap but my portals are on CD

Bekkumat the Operator: Can you help?

Markette the Lady of Fire: Nope, all spent lol

Markette the Lady of Fire: Wanna rp?

*Markette the Lady of Fire winks at Bekkumat the Operator

Bekkumat the Operator: That’s lame, I just wanna hit baddies

Markette the Lady of Fire: Come on, it will be fun

Markette the Lady of Fire: I promise lol

Markette the Lady of Fire: Just a few minutes

Bekkumat the Operator: OK, but I won’t call you Lady

Bekkumat the Operator: That’s lame

*Markette the Lady of Fire smiles

Markette the Lady of Fire: Oook

Brief Black Truffle Fever

November 13th, 1998. Hundreds of adult inhabitants of four small towns in the U.S. suddenly start feeling sick, showing symptoms like abdominal pain, muscle cramps, headache and fever. Most of those affected by this unexpected illness overcrowded the local medical centres of the small municipalities and nearby cities. Worryingly, the symptoms seemed to match those of typhoid fever, which made the CDC recommend immediate quarantine to the different clinics and physicians. However, there was no official warning issued to the public, possibly to avoid panic, although conspiracy theorists believe otherwise.

A Short Story About Sarah

Sarah loved her parents very much and always behaved well. They took good care of her, prepared delicious meals and told her the best stories before naptime. Her dad worked on a farm and her mother was a dressmaker. They lived on a beautiful house on a field, not very far from the big city. They had a very old dog named Hopper that slept on a small house in the front yard. They were a happy family.

How to Kiss an Orc

Orcs are fiery, faithful and very physical lovers once you gain their trust and affection. They are, however, considered untrustful, unruly and uncivilised, although one can hardly blame them. Even in the current age of peace and cohabitation, some of the enmities of old shape our society. And, sadly, orcs are still believed to be violent savages by many and, subsequently, are often feared and marginalised. Most scholarly institutions refuse to accept even the most brilliant orcish individuals, they seldom are recruited into law enforcement and only exclusively orcish communities seem to have orcish civil leaders. They are, in short, second-class citizens in most of the realms.

The Butt of All jokes

This strange piece of modern art was an ultra-realistic life-like reproduction of a pair of  well-tanned and clean-shaven human buttocks mounted on a piece of wood that looked very much like the base for a hunting trophy. A bronze plaque just below the aforementioned asscheeks read “Bum Doe”, which was the name usually given to the work when it was exposed in art galleries all over the world. The material used to create the perky but androgynous artificial derriere was believed to be based on medical polymers, since both the way it allegedly felt to the touch and the suppleness of the piece were almost identical to human skin and flesh.

Below the Vineyard

Our family has a house near the mountains. Over a century old, built with stone, wood and adobe. It has been very well kept and modern commodities, like tap water and electricity, had been gradually added to the ancient one-floor building. On the front yard we keep a vegetable garden and a chicken coop and on the back of the house there is a trail that leads to the family vineyard. It is relatively small, but most years it bears enough grape to make about a dozen bottles of wine. Up until now mom and me stayed at our flat in town during the week and visited grandpa each weekend. We were a small family, but a reasonably happy one. I never knew my father and my grandmother died a year before I was born, but I always felt well loved.

Peccata minuta

I was distracted looking at the colourful stained glass windows when Alex and Danny pulled me into the small wooden cubicle. It startled me, but Alex muffled my protests with a well timed french kiss. Danny, meanwhile, had unceremoniously started massaging my breasts over my clothes. It was immediately obvious what they intended to do inside the the overcrowded confessional. I already knew that Alex had a specific kink about public places but Danny joining was admittedly unexpected.

The Dream Dungeon

Dreams are still very much a mystery. None of the theories about why or how they form have been properly proved by science. However, for centuries some groups and individuals have learned how to control and exploit this neurological phenomena. Using several techniques these so-called lucid dreamers are able to realise when they are inside a dream and, once they do, they become able to modify the parameters of their oneiric productions. Depending on the skill of the dreamer, different levels of control are possible. Novices usually manage only to change small aspects of the environment or characters, while veterans are theoretically able to have god-like power over their dreams. They can change not only the different scenery and characters, they can even manipulate the physical laws of their inner worlds.

Kevin's Last Hunt

 

Kevin, Lord of the hunt. Destroyer of gyms. Collector of beasts. Kevin, the most admired boy on the playgrounds—for almost a full week!—, had finally met his match, his Moby Dick, his nemesis, his ultimate prey. Kevin, with some logistic support from his parents, had managed to capture every creature available in his county except for the elusive icy water monster that, like the famous Nessie, was often seen lurking around bodies of water, but always evaded capture. But Kevin was known for his tenacious nature and unrelenting ambition to be the very best, so for three straight days he spent his afternoons walking around the lake, apparently impervious to the scorching heat, while his father devoted his attention to fishing regular, and often ridiculously tiny, fishes.

The Olympian Lover

The time of champions came and went in a flash, as it always does. It never lasts as long as I’d like. I’ve always been enamored by the Olympics, since I was only a few years old. I was mesmerised by the grandeur of the ceremonies, captivated by the spectacle of the competition and overwhelmed by the subrogated feelings of triumph. Then I inevitably grew up and, while my childish fascination with the games continued, I started to develop a deeper, more mature, very different appreciation for the brave souls that took part on the contest.

The Rib of Remus

 There are very different versions and tales of the legend of Romulus and Remus. In one of those stories Remulus had his brother killed after he mockingly jumped over the outline where defensive walls were to be built to protect the city of Rome, an act that was perceived as a crime of lèse-majesté, a rebellious display of contempt against the sovereignty of the place. That particular tale is the responsible for the most popular nickname of this artifact.

A Brief Introduction

A Brief Introduction

Salutations, prospective readers! I welcome you to this little literary experiment of mine. During these last years I've devoted some of my free time to the production of short pieces of fiction. Most of them in the form of standalone or episodic stories, some using less usual formats. All of them just because I enjoyed practising creative writing in English (not my first language). After sharing some of them with my S.O. and friends, I decided to self-publish some of my weird erotic stories digitally (links on the sidebar). Now I intend to share some of my other works with everyone interested in reading them through this humble blog.