This story was originally published at InD'Tale
To start with, the only reason I met Katie was that my mother caught me looking at lesbian porn.
That should tell you two things right off the bat. The first is that I'm not skipping the embarrassing stuff. I have no idea what really happened over the last month, so I'll write down everything I remember, and then I'll explain why it makes no sense.
The second is that I walked into this late.
This story is based on the worst nightmare I've ever had. I cut off the excerpt before I got to the horrible stuff, but look up the full story at your own risk.
"Thank God for Earth-like atmospheres," James said. "This would be even harder if we had to wear environmental suits."
"If we had to wear environmental suits, these animals probably wouldn't be edible," Eckert replied. "And from the looks of it, we still have no
Updated 9-16-12 at 8:55 PM by Feo Takahari
This is an early draft of a (faked) past-life regression that appears in one of my stories. I had to edit this scene significantly to fit with the rest of the story, but I thought the original version was too good not to keep it around in some form.
Rita had no idea who she would turn out to be, but she was eager to find out.
“Both of you, clasp my hands,” Mauricio said. “When I start the chant, the vision should fade in gradually.” When they obeyed,
Updated 8-31-12 at 6:26 AM by Feo Takahari
This is probably the most Mythic Scribes-style story I've ever written--and to my surprise, it's gotten a very positive reception. Maybe it's because so much of the worldbuilding is clearly evident in the story.
Prologue (May 5 and August 7, a century apart)
As I write these words, I am no longer Grand Priest of the Church of the True Divine. There’s nothing left for me to be Grand Priest of.
I must write for both the present and the future. In the present,
Confession time: I normally say this was inspired by Paprika, but I actually owe a lot of it to this video. Anyways, this is one of my more popular stories, and I'm proud of how it turned out.
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Sandra watches herself in the mirror as she pulls the mask from her face. Her reflection is beautiful, stunningly so, and she blows a kiss at it before she hides it again. But this is a lie.
She takes the mask away again, and her reflection shows empty