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The World Exploded Into Love

I ran my tongue over my lips once, quickly, but just enough to catch her eye. She’d been lost in thought for some time now, thinking about whatever it was that she was thinking, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had the nerve to ask what it was. She looked into my eyes for a moment, and then smiled. Relief spread to my fingertips, and it must’ve been obvious, because she cocked her head to one side.

“What’s wrong, David?” She asked.

“Nothing. Just, admiring you.”

She laughed. “You’re such a nut, you know that?” (more…)

The Tour Ch. 02

I like touring. Truly. Seeing new places, getting wasted with people I don’t know, fucking groupies, it’s brilliant. The thing is, I never realized before how much bloody work goes into making a tour happen. That’s what bands have managers and such for, right?

I know now. Christ.

I shall refrain from banging on about the months between Colin’s moment of genius and the start of the tour. I’d just as soon forget, anyway, it was a fucking nightmare. Suffice to say, we managed to bring the whole blasted thing together in spite of ourselves, mostly because I cleverly went out and hired the sorts of people who are good at it after realizing that we were not. We still had plenty to do, mind you, but clearer minds were in charge. Thank God. (more…)

Things Happen For A Reason Ch. 14

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Even though Willow’s words affected Buffy a whole lot, once she went to see Angel she felt better. He was able to confront her in a totally different way. He held her, wiped her tears and listened to her. That was a plus factor that her previous relationships lacked. Though Riley had all that going for him, though there was something missing. She wasn’t in love with him as she is with Angel.

Buffy was lying on her bed just relaxing and feeling the comfort of her sheets beneath her. She wasn’t too crazy for silk or satin sheets. The comfort of cotton sheets was alluring enough for her. They felt cool, soft and comfortable against her body. She knew for sure how she’d get Angel coming over to her house in a flash. ‘Ooh, the fun we’re going to have. I wonder if he’ll be up for it.’ (more…)

The Shoe Fetishist’s Guide

*The Shoe Fetishist’s Guide To The Galaxy*

She sat with her head leaning against the cold glass of the window. It was raining. Soft pellets of liquid release rolled downward, downward, and out of sight. Normally, this would be relaxing weather for her: she would put on her favorite leopard-print fuzzy slippers, cuddle underneath her favorite red flannel blanket, and stare at her favorite collection of Van Gogh’s artwork. Yes. Rainy days meant staring at sunflower fields with the dissonant sounds of Channel 12 in the background. (more…)

The Recording Session Ch. 02

Many months had gone by since Shakira had me in the studio recording a guitar track for her. I couldn’t help but think about the post-recording goings on; she made such an impact on my life, my very spirit. But it wasn’t a good idea to obsess over it: she had an album to support and a tour to be on. There were a few phone calls from her to say hi, but she didn’t have much free time between stops. A signed copy of that CD arrived a few months ago, signed at the factory prior to the plastic being sealed around it, with a note written on the back of the jewel case; (more…)

The Recording Session Ch. 03

Life had returned to normal for me and my band, Conscious Nightmare. Shaki had gone on the rest of her tour and I was getting out to clubs more, myself and the band that is. Ever since that Tonight Show appearance with Shaki all those months ago the requests were pouring in like water through a broken dam. Problem was they were looking for Kain Thornn the classical player, not Kain Thornn of Conscious Nightmare, the abrasive metal band. Even with as many requests that backed out on learning we were a metal band, there were still gigs galore to be set up. Our manager, Mike, even considered hiring a higher scale management company to help us keep it all together. The timing was great since out second CD was just released. Demand for the new disc pushed us to using a larger pressing plant and distributor, at a substantial cost, but the sales and shows were paying for it nicely. (more…)

The Madness of Joaquin Phoenix

I didn’t know that Joaquin Phoenix was kicking his alcohol addiction in my friend’s mountain rehabilitation center in Switzerland. Caroline is married to a Swiss and she always talked about setting-up her own business in something.

So, the two of us came up with a brilliant idea. We pooled our money together to start a small well-being center not far from the little village she had moved to five years ago. It was perfect. We found a spot of land in a valley surrounded by white snow covered, mountain peaks near the German border. (more…)

The Measure of a Jayne

“This fic uses two characters from the t.v. series-Firefly and its movie-Serenity: Jayne, a big hulk of a mercenary and Kaylee, the cute girl mechanic who keeps the ship flying, and has been nursing Jayne after his recent injuries.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything to do with the series or film. I just take out these two crew members and play with them a little. Or a lot. The entire story (Parts 1-5) is not listed here. Only the perviest parts for your reading enjoyment. Let me know what you think and ask me for the rest, if you like. Thanks.” (more…)

The Last of Their Kind Ch. 04

Hours after the sun rose, Kagome and the others found Inuyasha lying unconscious under a tree, not far from where he and his brother had spent the night. He was obviously wounded, but his friends weren’t sure who had hurt him. They loaded him onto Kirara’s back and took him to Kaede’s village. Though they asked him repeatedly who he’d fought, what had happened; but Inuyasha refused to say more than the encounter was a draw… Though he healed quickly, Kagome noticed him watching the moon with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was counting the days and waiting impatiently for something… (more…)

The Last of Their Kind Ch. 03

When Inuyasha faded back, eyes closing and going limp, Sesshomaru sat up and looked down at him warily. He’d not been this tired, or this overloaded by sensation in years. He slowly pulled away and sat back on his heels. Inuyasha curled onto his side and smiled, lost to the world, for the moment.

“A bath then… and then we’ll see how the tide has turned.” He said softly. He rose and padded to the stream not far away, where he could watch the sleeping hanyou and be sure he didn’t flee suddenly. (more…)