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Roscoe Forthright. GRIMOIRE
GRIMOIRE. BOOK 2. PART 1. No person has an easy time going back to their normal, predictable ways of life after talking with a 5000-yr.-old archangel especially when the archangel is the trumpet-player, Gabriel (known to his jazz-playing friends as, Gaby Silverhorn.) Roscoe Forthright returned from Canada to his home in Washington State, without mentioning his conversation with Gabriel to Amber Riverwood, nor the other witches of her coven. Even with his lovers, his closest friends: Amber, Gina, Rosalee, and Bea, Roscoe was too stunned to know what to say. There is no calm, reasonable, believable, credible way to speak about Gabriel without any supporting evidence. There exists nothing except the experience as he remembers it. The Celestial Trumpet-Player did not record any tunes for him to play for anyone . And , the narrative as it exists , would get him locked -up in m ost places ! He met an elderly Canadian Aboriginal , who talk e d about his wor k as an Archangel , then disappeared into a scrying pool , and waved to Roscoe as he walked off with his camel in ancient Egypt . Who would believe that tall tale !? Truly , the whole thing is too far from both Christian and Aboriginal beliefs to hold any water at all . Even his lovely pagan witches dancing naked in moonlight and evoking the Horned God , would rolled their eyes to Heaven , thinking the old guy has at last lost his few remaining marbles . Roscoe also questions the motivation of a Christian, Muslim and Jewish archangel. What business does he have showing up in the forests of British Columbia. Is he really the same guy Aboriginals call, Raven. Not likely! Roscoe knows his girls would not laugh at him. They are too polite for that. He knows Amber would smile and say, “What have you been smoking, my love?” In this, Roscoe now knows what anyone seeing a UFO must feel like, trying to explain it, or even describe the event to other people . Roscoe was not at all inclined to talk about it , at least not for awhile .
By Roscoe Forthright5 years ago in Filthy
A Secret Romance Chapter Two
Chapter two. Trail of Innocence. Sofia awake the next morning to the sound of rain falling heavily against the glass of the bedroom window of her hotel room. She found it hard to pull herself from the warmth of her bed knowing that the winter chill was bitterly cold to the bone, but managed to leave the warmth and comfort of her bed and began to wash and prepare herself for what could be her life sentence.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Filthy
A Secret Romance. Chapter One
Chapter One. Old Friends. Sofia bathed in the hot spring water, hidden within the woodland south to the town of Velu that was about a six minuets drive from the hidden air base of the widely regarded for their strength war effort of Jasta 2.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Filthy
A Fortunate Coincidence
I had already yawned to many times while my ass was glued into my seat at the bar. I'd been in the Hotel Arroyo lobby for under an hour, and I'd already put down two rum and punches. Think of a rum and coke, but make it with fruit juice. Pineapple, cranberry, whatever. as long as I could taste the bite of the rum I was content.
By Tristan Palmer5 years ago in Filthy
ANAKIN
I don't know why I fell in love with this boy so quickly. When I say boy, I say it purely in a manner of fact sort of way, where boy represents his youthful appearance, his younger age and the gender for which he appears. In the LGBTQ world we discriminate against each other each and everyday, and this particular boy didn’t treat me the way most boys outside of my league do.
By GÆRY SKYeWALKER5 years ago in Filthy
Wife Watch - Case #001
Mark was working as a shift manager at a local big box electronic store. He was only twenty-three with short black hair and fairly good looking, although he didn’t have a girlfriend or any active romance at the time. One day, Mark was working the front checkout lines, supervising the customer flow and making sure the checkers were staying busy and moving the customers at an acceptable speed. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a gorgeous young Latina woman who had just finished up with her purchase and was grabbing her bags and a few boxes.
By Moonrana Galaren5 years ago in Filthy
Red Room 69
He never let anyone in until now. He stood by the door with a key in hand. The number: 69. He gripped it tight, holding it behind his back as he took a breath to relax his nerves. I never took him as the nervous type. He’s usually well put together and a bit of a perfectionist, but who isn’t? There was something about him as I waited for him to do something‒anything. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. I held in a breath as my lungs began to burn. Shit, now I was nervous. The only time I get nervous is during exams or meeting my boyfriends’ parents for the first time, during our weekend getaway in the mountains. Why was I here? I mean, I know why, but what drew me to come to this conclusion on my own. This man certainly isn’t Eli; no, this man is better than Eli in every way possible. He approached me at the park. I took a morning jog around seven-thirty to clear my head. I figured a run could clear up the stress I built up while Eli was away with family.
By Mazikeen Quinn5 years ago in Filthy
Oh! Santa Baby, Episode: 2
"Jennifer, what's wrong?" Jennifer's father asked as she walked into the New York Boys Club. The place was her fathers secret hiddy-hole in the city. It was the only place in New York City that her mother wouldn't enter. Her father had started taking her to this place and made it their secret spot, after her thirteenth birthday, when she got her period and her mother started planning how many grand-children she was going to give her and how they were going to take over her corporate empire.
By Sam Edwards5 years ago in Filthy
