Avilio: A Short Story

The bell rang, Arnando had a test to take this morning and wasn't looking forward to it. He was worried that he wouldn’t get a superb grade as he had on past tests. Either way Arnando had to take the test and soon forgot, since he took it on a Friday and was oblivious by the time he was back in school. When Arnando came back to school,he was reminded about the assessment he had taken on Friday, when Mrs. Alexia announced she graded all the tests over the weekend. Arnando began to get a bit edgy and seemed to be worried about the current situation. Soon, Arnando was handed his test back, but the teacher didn’t say “Good job” when she had handed it back to him, like she usually did. When Arnando flipped over his paper, he saw the thing he feared would happen, actually happen. Arnando had received the worst grade he had ever gotten, a

The soft words were enough to harden Booker’s cock, and grabbing Tom by the hand, he pulled him into the bedroom. He watched with growing arousal as Tom removed his boxers and lay on the bed. As he quickly undressed, he could feel two dark, soulful eyes watching his every move, and a shiver of excitement brought goose bumps to his flesh. However, he knew he needed to be patient and let Tom set the pace. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten him by coming on too strong.

He realized that it really wasn't either of their faults, but the seasons, yet the side of him that always comforted Amaimon made him long to calm the younger. It just came naturally to him. "Shh...I just need a minute..." He murmured, giving a small smile. Thankfully Amaimon gave him just that, staying still long enough for him to become comfortable, unfortunately his back still stung terribly. It was because of this that he had moved, muttering a soft apology, though in all honesty he was not sure if it was heard. He kept his gaze low, a bit embarrassed, this was their first time after and it was all very thrilling, making his shiver with anticipation. Carefully he turned over offering himself fully, an act of pure submission as he spread his legs in a welcoming manner. He sighed softly at the cool air on his cuts and despite wanting to keep them therehe decided to heal himself a bit. Not fully though, just enough to help a few of the nastier ones close up, most of them still red and open. Amaimon could make more, he wanted him to make more. He gasped as cool hand ran over his hips and back, making him tremble with want, a low whine rising in his throat. It was the cruelest kind of teasing, his roaming hands touching him everywhere, his fingers even ghosting over his back side, setting on the soft flesh as he toyed with his tail. He groaned loudly "oh god, Amaimon please..." He begged shamelessly. He wanted so much more of this, not just his brother inside him, but touching him, both softly and roughly. He wanted his hands to scratch him, caresses him, kiss him. He shivered as his mind wandered further, further than he'd really thought before, dragging his mind to lustful thoughts of being taken roughly, claimed, marked, a sharp, quick hand landing roughly on the soft skin currently under his mate's hands, slapping him there while pounding into him. Just the thought made him

I WALKED BY Jem’s room and saw Atticus asleep on rusty old a chair. He fell asleep reading The Grey Ghost, as it was still open in his hands like he’s still reading it. The house was soundless, and I saw no rustling of a movement. I walked towards the kitchen as I was rubbing my eyes and, caught me by surprise at six in the morning, I saw that Calpurnia already had cleaned up the house. I wondered why she hasn’t woken anyone up yet.

“Who knows, perhaps a lovers quarrel?” He watched her step into her green taffeta dress, the daring décolletage exposing an enticing glimpse of her breasts, swollen from their earlier lovemaking. It was ruthless to deceive her, but he required her prolonged support and the information she passed

I’ll never forget how frightened and scared I was the day we left Nauvoo. We left our beautiful home and all of our possessions behind as we began our trek West to the Rocky Mountains. We didn’t want to leave but the persecution had become so bad from the people who hated our religion that we had no choice. They burned down our temple and stole our livestock and reports of members of our church being assaulted or killed were becoming more and more frequent. After my father’s business had been broken into and his printing presses destroyed, we had no other option but to leave. So we sold all the possessions that we could and bought a team of oxen. We loaded everything into the wagon, and started a journey that would last over a thousand miles

The first time I saw Stifani was at a fiber festavial in Green Wood. It was extreamly hot and humid, but I spent 6 hours with him and 2 with another alpaca named Spots. Spots was super annoying and hummed a lot. They had obsticles set up and I ran Stifani through the paces and he did fairly well. After that I walked him around for awhile and we went and sat in the shade for a little while. I sat at the old picnic table that was under an oak tree.

She knows that any other day she would have made a crack about his car and he would have had no qualms about bringing up her height. But today has been anything but normal so she settles into a surprisingly warm seat, conceding that maybe Alex did have a point about warm butts. Half asleep she let Schneider tuck her dress in from where it was still hanging out of his car only reacting slightly when he leaned across her to buckle her in. He presses against her heavily, struggling to click the belt into its receiver, and she tries to ignore how warm he feels and how good he smells.

Oh, what an accursed being Chamo was. Flawed every way inside out with no lick of generosity in her. She had no reasons to be like this either. Maybe the 'abandonment' by her parents or the fact that she almost died to get to Blizzardclan. But there was no reason. No reason to sympathize such a thing. But if your curious minds dare to delve, why won't we look a bit further within her?

When Tranio and Livia were running down the street all of a sudden the skies began to darken and the earth shook. people were running inside to get all of their personal items and began singing rumble down tumble down. Tranio and Livia thought it was just a plain old day because there town shook all the time because of the volcano Mount Vesuvius. But when they saw all of their cities people running and gathering their personal items they new it was something bigger.

her senses, but he refused to let her go. He pulled her closer to him

I should not be writing this. If one were to read this it would be the final evidence as to our crime. His crimes. This blood on my hands won't wash off and I fear that his are staining my own. Were we right to do as we did? Was it simply fate playing its part? I cannot bear to stand before them, they see...they know. Did we do right? Banquo. Oh, Banquo. You have suffered at the hands of a friend. For my own gain! He was a good man, was he not? A respected, trusted friend. Oh, yet I did result in his departure. My hands! Do you see my hands? I wash them and yet they cannot be washed. We were of well standing, friends to the King nonetheless. And he was to...I cannot bear the thought. In our house! The decay of his mind

When the Earth was just developed there were two boys exploring the woods. One was Clio, and the other was Pax, both of them were twelve and were very capable boys. After walking for a couple hours, they stumbled upon a wide canal with two oak wood rafts. When they saw this they instantly knew what to do.

She felt the blood drain from her face. Her mind processed what she was seeing as she mentally compared the contrasted Elena’s tattoo with the remnants of the one on her back. She knew her tattoo was created using a skin burning technique from Creta combined with red ink, but Elena was from Aerugo. Though the tattoo was different, the technique appeared to be a perfect copy of hers, so whoever made her tattoo would not only know the technique but might have met her father before. There was some small chance that she’d be able to find out even more about what her father was doing. Far more than what he’d managed to put in the letter.

It was a sunny summer day morning. Parvus the dragon woke up from a beautiful dream about gold, adventures and home. A small smile crept on his face when he felt cold metal beneath his tiny claws. Under him, was his only treasure; a golden coin. Feeling satisfied that it is still there, he flapped his red wings in the air, admiring their glorious beauty in the sunlight, when an object loomed above him, blocking the sunlight. He quickly looked up to realize it was a human hand. They wanted to take his coin away from him! His claws found the edge of the coin, grabbed onto them, and he took off. After some time, the weight of the coin started pulling him down. to prevent himself from falling or dropping the coin, he landed on a nearby table behind a reading lamp. Now Parvus was able to get a better look at who the human was. He has never seen them before but judging by the long hair and facial features, it was a female human. he didn't have time to identify her