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Black satin. Smooth over the curves of her body, reflecting the moons glow as it shines down through the window of her bedroom. The moons glow turns into a playful river of silver light as it swirls over the landscape of the night, her night. With a cat demure she stretches her full length, a slow gasping of the air as her muscles uncoil and flex. Her back, arms and legs curving in a contortionist ballet of beauty and agony. A gasp of air and she is finished. Her body springs back and curls into a ball of satisfaction. A giggle escapes from deep within as her eyes peer over her shoulder and sees you watching. Wild hair hides her smile as she

A Perfect Noel by C Wilson Trull http://thewebtrollpapers.blogspot.com/ Introduction It is a strange sensation to look down at your own body and see your insides. From stem to stern, as my father would say. Splayed open like so much gutted trout. And as the joke goes, like a book you are open and red. Noel Chaser never realized just how morbid that joke was until now, and just how not funny it really was. Blinking, she opened her eyes, waking from a nightmare already forgotten, and found herself stepping into another. She blinked again heavily to try and fix her sight, but the clouds were heavy from sleep, and not so easily persuaded or p

The Last Page by C Wilson Trull http://thewebtrollpapers.blogspot.com/ Chapter 5 Erik woke with a start. His heart was racing and sweat poured off of him soaking the sheets. The sudden movements woke Jacquie, she rolled over and asked if everything was OK. Dazed, Erik looked around trying to comprehend. Nothing seemed familiar in this alien world. Wasn't he just in a bar? A jukebox playing strange music? But they were fading away too quickly, like candle smoke. There was a librarian tending the bar, and she carried... a sword? The look she gave terrified him as she screamed and plunged a sword into his chest. His hand jumped to his chest,