The Scent of Soil
Good morning all, and let me start with a brief foreword. Â I'm Bjorn, and this is the first chapter of my Erotica, The Scent of Soil. I was encouraged in it's creation by a variety of lovely people on the chat board, it's 5000 words in length...
The Scent of Soil - V
Thunder rolled over the gloom of the valley. The night had seen no relenting of the weather, and the ground was dangerously drenched. The flash of lightning revealed a mare, standing outlined behind the glass of the large window. It was early, the...
The Scent of Soil - IV
The shrill hysteria of the phone rang through the house. The mare rolled over, facing the light; and blinked sleep from bleary eyes. Eventually John picked up the receiver, and she heard his soft voice floating through the house. She sat up,...
That Bright Chord
I stepped out onto the balcony, and took the first deep breath of the evening. The scent was so pure, the thick hyacinths on the rooftops below me drifted their smells into the warm air, and the moon shone a bright light onto the paths. ...
Wings
The clouds parted, and the sounds of the city echoed up to the high spires of rock. In the bustling streets, the citizens traded, worked and journeyed, while the mountainside farms delivered their bounty to the marketplaces. The air was cold and...
Fortitude
A thundering crash shook the cabin, and he sat up, fumbling in the dark, the walks shaking around him, like a dice in a cup. As the roar subsided, his seeking hands found the light switch, and the cool brass yielded, soft orange lights illuminating his...
Relentlessness
A thunder, like a falling tree, echoed over the dark deck. Smooth, scaled hands rolled the parchment gently, tenderly; obscuring the neat cut lines of his sketch. Rising fluidly, the figure clambered rapidly from the hollow housing a small freight...
Sacrifice
With a snort of surprise, he sat up, shaking his eyes free of sleep. The echoes of some thunderous crash resounded about his cabin, the soft lights flickered, and the floor vibrated gently. He glanced down at the mess of writings and novels atop the...
The Scent of Soil - III
Watery sunlight pierced the glass, falling onto the frame of the sleeping mare. As the half-light grew, Scarlet woke, surfacing from her deep slumber. The drumming of light rain caressed her ears and she stretched, yawning, rustling across the smooth...
The Scent of Soil - II
Scarlet lifted the spoon to her mouth, chewed on the cereal, and listened to her heartbeat in her head. The dawn had broken to no great effect, the light outside had gone merely from non-existent to a hard grey. Scarlet had awoken, to her dismay and...