Offerings to Eros (M for F - Romantic & Plot-Focused)

[OfferedToEros]

Come sing with me a song of passion!
Of romance, dear and true.
In writing we’ll explore new worlds,
And with our hearts imbue.
In praise of Eros,
Praise of love,
Let’s dream a dream of hearts entwined.
Let’s you and I,
With stars above,
See heated fantasies enshrined.

Currently = Open for the right story.
If the above text is red, I'm probably full up on stories.  Orange means maybe.
If you're feeling particularly inspired, though send me a message and if I can take on another, I'll let you know. 
If I cannot, please don't take offense - once my dance card has evened out a bit, I'll very likely reach back out to you!

Please only send me PM's.  Do not post in this thread!

About Me

Hello everyone!  On here, you can call me Eros just to keep things simple.  Trust me, I've nowhere near the arrogance it'd take to equate myself with a literal god of love.  Call me more of a modest and devoted student, borrowing the name with respect and reverence. 

As for you, I'm glad you're here, and I'm happy to call you whatever name, pronouns, and other identifiers you wish.  I'm thrilled to meet and write with you!

I'm a male college professor in the northeast US.  I don't like to share much beyond that, since god-forbid you're one of my current students!  Since I've been asked before, I'll will share that I'm a psychology professor, not one of English or creative writing - so I am still very much a student myself when it comes to storytelling. 

I write a lot due to my job, though rarely get a chance to write something creative, romantic, and fun - so that's why I'm here!  I really enjoy collaborative storytelling and role-play as a chance to relax and focus on the world of fantasy and dreams, and I'm all about putting in the effort to give detailed and very carefully written replies when writing with someone.  I'm committed to stories when I start them, and can usually promise one or two responses a week, sometimes more than that depending on the time of year.  I'm patient, and can await your responses without complaint when real life gets in the way.  Overall, I try my best to be very communicative and very reasonable.

I consider myself pretty stable, and my main goal for collaborative writing is that I never come off as creepy or pushy in any way.  I'm not going to pressure you for any real-life information or contact, and I am very able to separate your characters from "you".  I also get hints, am usually able to tell when I need to give some space, and can not only take feedback and constructive criticism, I welcome it!  Finally, I'm very open minded, like to think I have a great sense of humor, and love a good creative challenge!

My ideal writing partner values communication most of all.  My favorite part of writing collaborative stories is, after all, the collaboration itself!  Brainstorming, bouncing ideas back and forth, planning plot-lines, and figuring things out together when one of us gets stuck are all things I truly enjoy while writing with someone.  I would love to work with a writing partner who enjoys creative challenges as much as I do, and will consistently keep me on my toes while writing with them.  My favorite partners are the ones that help me to become an even better writer! 

The gender and sexuality of my writing partner is not a big preference, though most of the time I've written heterosexual stories as a male character with female partners.  In real life, I'm an active ally in the LGBTQ+ community, but with regard to my own sexuality I find I'm almost completely attracted to women.  Here, however, I'm far less concerned about your own gender, and far more interested in what kinds of characters you can write!  I've written both male and female characters, and am open primarily to MxF and FxF pairings.  With the right partner, and right storyline, I could potentially be open to trying all sorts of options.

When it comes to writing, I'm usually pretty open and flexible, but here are some other rough preferences:

- I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic, and though I can write stories that don't involve it, romance will always be my main attraction to this site.  I'm also very open to writing sweet, romantic stories that either "fade to black" or have no smut at all.

- I prefer to write in the third person

- I tend to prefer multi-paragraph replies, and really like the use of detail to help the story and characters come to life (another area I'm hoping to improve in).  I'm going to put time and effort into my story contributions, so I hope you'll be willing to do the same.

- I mostly enjoy writing static stories, through posts on here, though might be willing to do a story through chat with the right person once we've gotten to know each other.  My preferred spot to write is primarily on these forums.  I'm happy to chat through PMs here or on Discord if that's helpful. 

- I can write from multiple perspectives, and depending on the story can enjoy the challenge of writing from a "voice" that's quite different from my own.  (gender/age/sexuality/etc)

- I try not to do any "god modding," or control of your character, unless it's a kink we've worked out ahead of time.  It can mean for some creative writing to leave openings in longer posts, but that's part of the fun! 

- I'm very much in preference of "enthusiastic consent" when it comes to themes.  That said, with communication ahead of time, I'm happy to explore some darker or more coercive themes.  I'm also happy to play a more dominant and seductive character, though do appreciate a little variety when I get the chance.

- I can usually manage 1-2 posts per week for a story, depending on how many others I have going and what time of year it is.  If I feel stuck, or need more time because of work or other matters - I will be in touch to let you know.  If you’re willing to do the same, I’ll be thrilled!

- While I'm not a "grammar-nazi", I am a teacher, so let's just say that proper grammar and high-quality writing is a big turn on!

Turn-ons, Offs, and Maybes (for now)

Turn - Ons

• Love, Affection, and Romance - My key interest, even if the journey isn't a smooth one
• A high-quality, interesting narrative.  It's not all about the smut!  I love a good story above all, even one that's completely chaste.
• Slow builds to major intensity (let's get to know each other before we "jump in the sack")
• Descriptive foreplay, teasing, and affection.
• Genres: Historical, Modern, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Post-Apocalyptic
• Mythology & Folklore
• Oral sex (especially giving, though receiving is also fun)
• Orgasms (both giving and receiving as well)
• Clothed or partially clothed sex
• "Risky" sex, in public or where there's the chance of getting caught
• Sexy and fun clothing in general, including elaborate period costumes and lingerie
• "Vanilla" sex with good intensity, in all sorts of positions and flavors
• Dom and Sub (I'm a switch, but look at "turn offs" below)
• "Forbidden" Love (Cheating, Teacher/Student, Diversity and Age Differences [legal ages, please], etc)
• Monster girls, Transformation, other variations if planned out ahead of time
• Above all - writing something my partner will really enjoy!

Turn - Offs

• Gore / Vore / Snuff / Toilet play
• I'm rather empathetic and a bit of a softie at heart sometimes.  Basically, if I start feeling sorry for a character, then it's a lot harder to find anything sexy.  Non-con and some darker themes may be difficult.
• Underage or very child-like characters.
• Ghosting or poor communication.  I'm very understanding and patient, honest!  If you're stuck, or getting bored, let me know and let's see if we can work it out before you give up.

Maybes

• Non-con / blackmail / etc - see above.  I can, and have written these themes, but it has to be written carefully and have good communication ahead of time and during.
• Incest - falls under the "forbidden love" category for me and is a big "maybe."  I'm not interested in underage characters, and the story has to be written carefully with a lot of good communication or it just feels way too creepy.
• Restriction / Bondage - This can be a lot of fun, but again needs to be written well
• Pain - Not something I've ever tried writing.  Not sure if I'd like it or not, so this goes in "Maybe" until I know for sure.
• Finally, I'm really not all that into fandoms and established universes for the most part.  While I can write already established characters, I prefer classical rather than modern tales for those.  I'd also be open to creating new characters in an existing world, or a fully new world in the spirit of an established one.

My EWriMo Thread

Current Affairs

A Bookish Affair w/ ZephyrInk

Crystalline Hearts w/ Aiyanna

First Contact w/ Malrunar

The Dollmaker's Desire w/ Random

Happy Endings

A Study of Desire w/ Wistful Dream

All That You Love Will Be Cast Away w/ Maoaqua

At His Command w/ Wistful Dream

At Last w/ Wistful Dream

Children of the Night w/ Random

The Green and Golden w/ Adriatic

Thirty Minute Love Affair w/ Wistful Dream

Wings and a Prayer w/ Random

On Hold

On pause for now, no updates for over two weeks. 
If you'd like to restart, I'm always up for it so let me know!

A Broken Menagerie w/ SweetSierra

Learning to Live Again w/ Finifugal

Lovers in a Dangerous Time w/ Maoaqua

Stories Left Untold

Spoils of War w/ Xiomara The River's Daughter w/ AbyssDruid L'espion et la Sorcière w/ Eva The Hive w/ Chewy The Blood of the Arcanae w/ Adriatic Clockwork Hearts w/ Dove Make Me Your Villain w/ Vendetta Oceans of Time w/ Stormee Sale of a Soul w/ Degusaurusrex Stowed Away w/ PeachyPie The Escape Room w/ Adriatic

A Spirited Love w/ ZephyrInk To Watch Over Me w/ Wistful Dream At Le Sado w/ Wistful Dream After All w/ CelestialBlackrose Going Back to the Past w/ Chasing Dreams A Sizable Problem w/ SweetPeach Thicker Than Water w/ Songbird Tale as Old as Time w/ DesertFlower Iron and Blood w/ PrincessofHeart Reclaiming Our Stars w/ Soleil As Above, So Below w/ Botulinum

Catching the Spirit w/ Levi Love Behind the Lines w/ Frore Queen Student Affairs w/ DaisyOtt The Stowaway w/ PearlRuby Incubus w/ Soleil Umbral Rest w/ PrincessofHeart Third Act w/ Wistful Dream & impishcharm Higher Education w/ beanhollow The Ritual w/ rou Together Alone w/ Ravensahnk

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Prompts!

Here’s a few new prompts I've been kicking around.  These are here as possible starting points, and to show examples of my writing style.  I'm not firmly attached to any particular starting points, character names, or stylistic choices.  I’m always open to changing any of these, and even coming up with something completely new!  Since I prefer to stick with one "storyline" at a time, I'll open and close these as I work on them with others.  I've tried writing the same story with two different partners, and have found that things get muddled and confusing for me.  If a prompt you're really into isn't open, let me know - perhaps there's some changes we could make, or even something similar we could do?  If you're interested in writing one of these with me, send me a message and let's chat to set something up!

[OfferedToEros]

Love from Above
(M x F - Post-Apocalyptic, Sci-fi, Romantic)

Recently, I saw a cute image of the two robots from the movie Wall-E drawn as people.  Why not create a cute, romantic tale with that general idea?  The earth has suffered an apocalypse of sorts, connected to pollution, disease, and ecological breakdown.  Humanity is now comprised of two groups.  Those who were able to escape the Earth to live on orbiting space stations, and those left behind, who struggle to survive among the huge piles of garbage.  A woman from above has been selected to visit the lands below.  Perhaps to see if its survivable, perhaps to find some valuable technology that's been left behind, or perhaps as an exile of sorts.  She meets a young mechanic who's been surviving on his own...  and over time, they build a beautiful connection.

[OfferedToEros]

His New Apprentice
(M x F - Romantic, Fantasy)

In this story, a young male wizard has taken an apprentice, the most promising talent to be found in his kingdom.  He's got a curriculum planned, a place for her to stay, her own lab, spellbooks, etc.  All is ready.  The only thing he didn't plan for...  is how he'd fall in love with her.

There are many places we can go with this story.
- We can start from the beginning, as they meet and through their courtship alongside her lessons.
- We can start at the end.  He's taught her all he knows, and the student has in some ways exceeded the master.  However, he doesn't want her to go.  Maybe they end up on one last mission together?
- Our story can start somewhere in the middle.  Attraction that neither have acted upon.  What if a spell went awry, and in doing so, brought the two together?  This one might be better for a sexy one-shot, though could also develop into something greater.

What ideas do you have?

[OfferedToEros]

A Mystery to Solve
(M x F - Urban Fantasy, Romantic)

Think, Victorian-era Steampunk Urban Fantasy for this one.  Sherlock Holmes meets Lord of the Rings and all in between.  I'd love to write a story about two who live in this world, and who have to solve a mystery together.  Do they already work as private investigators?  A "Holmes and Watson" type relationship that develops into something more?  Are they both independent contractors hired by different people to solve the same case?  Or perhaps they've got no experience in solving mysteries at all, and are thrown into a situation together where they have to find their way forward as best they can?

Regardless, I want a story in a fantastic world we can have some real fun with, and two characters that slow-burn their way into a deep and lasting love.  I'm open to "enemies to lovers" as a theme here too if that catches your fancy!

[OfferedToEros]

Neon Flavored Nights  (M x F - Cyberpunk, Romantic)

I'm open to quite a few different plots within this general theme...  I'd honestly just love to write a love story in a futuristic dystopian world.  We could use an established universe like Cyberpunk, Shadowrun, etc.  Or we could create our own!

A few plot ideas I have in mind are:
- One has modified themselves a bit too far, close to the edge of psychosis.  Think the "Edgerunners" anime, except in this case I think I'd like a happy ending.  One where love can bring that person back from the brink.
- Two lost souls find each other, each with a dream of escaping the city.  How will they make the money?  Will they be able to escape, and what might stand in their way?
- Two highly skilled assassins are used to working alone, but they've been hired to complete a dangerous job together.  Lots of time planning, lots of tension.  How will these two blow off some steam?

I'd love to hear your ideas as well!

[OfferedToEros]

Old Prompts

These are a few prompts I've either already written, or may be currently working on.  They're here mostly as examples of what themes I enjoy working with.  There's potential I may be open to variations on these themes, and if it's different enough you may easily talk me into one.  Give them a look and see what you think.

The Stowaway  (M x F - Sci-Fi, Romantic)
This is a prompt I've done many times, but one that never seems to get old for me.  Always open to trying it again!
A classic “star-crossed lovers” tale, with many different directions that could be taken.  Is our stowaway human, or alien?  Why are they there, and where are they going?  Will romance blossom, or will this be a simple encounter before rescue arrives?  When I wrote this, I had the Mass Effect universe in mind, and was thinking of a Human Blake and Asari or Quarian stowaway.  This could easily be part of our own universe though, and I’m open to many different options.  The idea of love blossoming in such circumstances between two very different beings is something I’d love to write out.  How will their cultural differences come into play, to say nothing of their differing anatomy? 

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Blake groaned and slammed both hands on the blinking instrument panel in front of him. Not hard enough to break anything, mind you... another malfunction was the last thing he needed right now.  Sinking back into the soft padded foam of his pilot's seat, he raised his eyes to the dusty ceiling, closing them and begging whatever god was actually out there to lift him from this mess. After a beat, he opened his eyes... blinked, and then looked around.  Nope, still here.

Damn it to hell and back, he thought

This haul had been going so well so far! A shipment of engine parts, a few boxes of extro-protein rations, and a crate of medical supplies for the nearby Hestian colony. The pay wasn't as much as he’d usually get from some runs, given the meagre resources the colony possessed, but it was hard currency, with "no questions asked."  All but irresistible for a guy in his position.

Blake’s taste for poker and some of the more exotic games of chance had gotten him into no small amount of debt with gang of slavers.  With any luck, he figured, the payment for this shipment would keep them off of his back for at least a few more weeks. Long enough for a couple more runs to raise the funds to pay them off completely.  Then I can go cold turkey, he’d thought, this time for real.

But, of course, his rotten "gambler's luck" had gone and screwed him again.  A ripple in the ship's protective shielding, combined with a pea-sized asteroid during travel had done a number on the old FTL drive, shorting out almost everything on the ship apart from life support and lighting. Even the communications rig was down, so he was all but adrift until he could either get something fixed, or the one-in-a-million chance of some other ship finding him. Yeah, he thought to himself with another sigh, I'm a tiny speck in an infinite universe... not likely.

Well, he thought, pursing his lips, might as well see how badly I'm fucked this time. Blake stood up, slapped his hand over the glowing orange switch to open the cockpit door, and started his walk back to the engine compartment to check on the damage.  As he did so, he idly hoped the emergency seals had at least remained intact or this was going to be an awfully short journey.  As he made his way through the cluttered cargo bay, he paused a moment, hearing a soft clatter on the far end, followed by a distinct shuffling sound.

What on Terra was that?

Drawing the small las-pistol from the holster at his hip, he began to slowly walk towards the sound, ready for almost anything...

Catching the Spirit  (M x F - Historical, Occult, Romantic)
I'm open to giving this one a try with the right person, and the right story idea!

I've always enjoyed the the idea of forbidden love, or love between very different people.  What if that love was between someone living and someone...  dead?  I'd be open to changing the genders of the characters in this prompt, and could play either "side" of things.  How might these two navigate the normal challenges of a new romance with this additional little wrinkle?  Could they ever be together?  What might that look like?

Let's find out, hm?

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The sound of mail dropping through the slot at his office door woke him up, his letter carrier nothing if not prompt.  He stirred, and opened his eyes just in time to see something unexpected.  Something that brought him to full wakefulness and had his head off the desk and body across the room in moments.  There, amidst the various threatening “past due” notices he’d grown distressingly accustomed to was an envelope, colored a robin’s egg blue.  A letter?  No, far more than just a letter, he realized as he reviewed the unfamiliar sender, yet vaguely familiar address.

A job!

Work wasn’t easy to come by for a freelance Exorcist, particularly for someone not cut from the same cloth as the many charlatans who moved through London’s occult underworld.  Byron had always suffered from one particular flaw that had severely limited his work, despite his genuine talent and sensitivity to the spirit world.  A flaw that kept the riches some of his peers made off of the gullible and desperate perpetually out of his hands. 

In the end, he just was far too honest…

His prices were reasonable, he didn’t promise more than he could deliver, and – most significantly, the spirits he sent to their eternal rest never returned for an expensive “second round”.  His honesty notwithstanding, the main problem was most probably the fact that he only addressed genuine hauntings.  He was one of the very few human beings who could actually see, and even converse with entities of the spirit world.  Byron was a true medium.

That particular talent had caused him no end of trouble during his childhood.  His imaginary friends weren’t imaginary, and he always seemed to know things he had no right to know.  He still remembered the awe and horror in his mother’s eyes, only a short time before he was sent to live with his aunt, when he’d given her the message a kindly older woman had asked him to deliver.  So kind, so familiar in her features…  he hadn’t known who she was until his mother shared a picture of her grandmother later that night, in hands that still trembled with the enormity of the words he’d shared and not understood.

Life had not gotten any less strange, or any less complicated since that day.  He’d discovered additional abilities beyond that of simply seeing and being able to communicate with the dearly departed.  With practice, he’d found the ability to temporarily make spirits corporeal, to himself easily, and to others with deeper concentration.  Solid to the touch and all but indistinguishable from a living being.  He could sap spiritual essence, drawing it into himself, and had needed to do so on multiple occasions for those more stubborn spirits that refused to go to their final rest without a bit of “convincing.”

Despite his lack of popularity, word had apparently gotten around about his affordable and effective services.  The letter he now held was from the matron of Cunningham Academy, a boarding school for young women, seeking his assistance with a rather troublesome series of unexplainable events.  Hidden personal items, numerous trips and falls, broken objects, words written in dust and on mirrors, and all sorts of other activities that could normally be explained as pranks…  Except far too many occurred when no students were present, all accounted for elsewhere.  There was that, and the glimpses many had reported of a translucent figure in a white dress.

Would he please come as soon as possible to help address this, the letter asked?  He hadn’t much of a choice.  Much longer without paying rent would have him out on the streets, since at this point he all but lived in his tiny office.  This was the best offer he’d had in months, and he was already pulling on his coat and filling his case with the tools of his trade as he finished the final words.  Stuffing the letter into his pocket, he wrapped a scarf around his neck to ward off the chill, ran a hand through his dark brown hair, and was out the door a few moments later, case in hand.

Off to send another tormented soul to rest, or so he’d thought at the time…

An Infernal Affair (M x F - Romantic, Fantasy)
Closing this one for now as I'm working on it with someone.  May be open to a variation on this theme.

I've always loved stories involving Angels and Demons, the never-ending war between heaven and hell, to be loads of fun to write.  There's quite a few examples of this in stories I've started but never gotten the chance to finish.  Perhaps ours could be the one? 

There are many variations on this theme.  A favorite of mine is an angel and a devil who've both been assigned to the same territory, and who end up falling in love as they join forces to help a mortal for their own reasons.  We could also explore a Succubus or Incubus falling in love with a mortal. 

What ideas do you have?  I'd love to hear them!

Ambassadors
(M x F - Sci-fi, Romantic)
Closing this one for now as I'm working on it with someone.  May be open to a variation on this theme.

I've always loved the idea of two very different people finding themselves stranded somewhere, having to rely on each other to survive, and finding that love can blossom in the most unlikely of places.  I've written this before in a few different ways, but think it might be interesting to have the difference even more pronounced.  I'd like one of our characters to be human, and the other a human-like alien.  Both are stranded on a strange planet together.  Their species could be at war, resulting in an initial distrust.  Or perhaps they're the very first of their kind to meet?  There's many different places we can go with this kind of story.  Let's see what we can dream up!

Higher Education(M x F - Modern, Seduction)
You would not believe how many requests I get for this one.  Not sure I've ever gotten a chance to finish a single one of them either!  I am definitely open to giving this one another try, but you'll really need to commit to finishing it with me, and be open to the seductive element I describe below.

A classic forbidden love story, that between teacher and student.  As a teacher in real life, I genuinely have zero interest in destroying my career though anything even close to this.  Since this is written fantasy, though - why not have a bit of fun?  For this story, I would like your character to play the student as seductive and relentless.  She knows what she wants, and is able to drive his lust further and further until he loses himself and finally crosses that line for the very first time.  Although I've described her in a certain way in the prompt below, I'm very open to changes to how she looks.  Pique your interest?  Then let’s write something educational!

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Another autumn, another semester, another section of Intro to Psychology... Jack sighed as he stared out the window of his office at the leaves just starting to change.  He'd taught this course so many times now he figured he could easily do the lectures in his sleep. For all he know he probably did, though his wife had never complained. All of his lecture slides were prepared and had been for years, videos were set up to show, assignments were ready to be assigned... everything was completely set to go. Just like it was the semester before, and the semester before that.

I'm stuck in a serious rut...

Yet another sigh, looking over the students hanging out in small groups on the campus lawn. Perhaps he was?  There's really only so many times you can teach the same thing before it becomes routine, and only so many times beyond that when one can really feel...  trapped.  The only real change each semester had been the students, but even they fell into the same old categories.  There's the overachievers, who sit in the front of the classroom and ask 90% of the questions. The social media princesses and "future influencers", constantly tapping on their phones when they're not taking "look I'm in class" selfies. Usually pleasant enough to look at, he supposed, but all glamor and no substance. There were the athletes, always present but usually sleeping or otherwise off in their own worlds, confident that their tutors will bring them up to speed before exams.  Your stoners, artists, musicians, and burnouts, who when they do show up are usually in another world entirely.  Finally there was your average student, pleasant enough but perfectly forgettable.

This semester though, there was something very different. There was Anna...

Jack would have been lying if he said he wasn't sometimes attracted to the female students, and he hardly blamed himself for it.  They're at the very flowering of their youth and sexuality, and what's more they're typically quite aware of that. The arrival of cold weather each fall was practically a blessing, since he'd no longer be at risk of distraction by all the firm, supple flesh on display in every class. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, curvy, skinny, nerds, bad girls, and princesses...  he didn't discriminate, and enjoyed the sight of them all each and every day.  Sure, he could feel a bit like an old pervert sometimes, but they were all of legal age and it's not like he'd actually act on any of those wild impulses.  What's the harm in looking?

What's more, for the most part, all of his students seemed to like him for the most part. He was one of the younger professors, just in his late 30's, and he'd hoped one of the "cool" ones.  He’d worked very hard to keep his trim physique that most of his colleagues had long ago let slide.  He still had all of his hair, and kept both it, his clothing, and his knowledge of pop culture as current as he could without falling into "fellow kids" territory.  He enjoyed telling a joke or two during lectures, gently teased the ones that wouldn't be offended by it, and was fairly lenient on grading. He'd even got a couple of those "chili pepper" ratings on the “Dr. Jack Summers” page on RateMyProfessor before they took them away, you know, the ones that meant you were “hot”?  He'd never told anyone, but at the time that'd given him more pride than any of his academic honors. It wasn't unusual at all to get a little flirtation here and there... a skimpy outfit when coming to his office to discuss grades, which never worked half as well as they'd hoped, or a deliberate view up a skirt during class to try and throw him off during the lecture. For the most part, it had stayed very innocent, and he’d never really had a serious attraction to anyone... until the day she first entered his class.

Anna was... different.  Not like any of the others he'd ever taught before.  A bit shorter perhaps, than most her age, but with a very sexy figure, nice eyes, and amazing dark curly hair.  Jack couldn’t have said why exactly, but for some reason he liked her the moment she walked into class on the first day.  As the days went by, he found his  fondness for her had only grown.  Maybe it was her easy grasp of the material, turning in excellent work and asking good questions...  or perhaps it was her amazing genuine smile in response to his jokes, or just the sheer…  intensity he felt from her stare.  Under her gaze, he would feel even more under a microscope than usual, but never in a bad way.  It was almost like he was being, for lack of a better term, adored.  Very flattering, for sure, but he would never expect things to go beyond that.  Students sometimes have a crush on their teacher, and sure,  it occasionally happened every now and then to him.  He always shot it down, gently, because he was married…  to both his career and his wife.  Sure...  neither was a happy marriage, but it was never worth risking either for some fling with an undergraduate, no matter how often the thought of doing so wandered into his mind.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

The bell tower chimed, and it was time.  Jack stood up, gathering his laptop and shoving it into his backpack, then moving to grab his coat.  After a quick check to make sure he had all the handouts needed for that day, he shut the door to his office and headed to another session of the Intro course.  Lately, he'd found himself looking forward to that particular class more than any other.  He could lie and claim it was because the students were more engaged, or that he'd hit some sort of sweet spot with his delivery, but the truth he'd never admit was that it was neither of those things at all.

It’s was Anna...

A Matter of Size
(M x F - Fantasy, Romantic, Size Difference)
This one's open!  Haven't yet gotten a chance to really play this one out yet with anyone.

The picture for this isn't perfect, but it's tricky to find good ones for this idea.  I'd love to play a couple where size is a factor!  I'd play a male human, and you'd play a halfling, gnome, or goblin girl.  The details of what draws our couple together, how they fall in love, and what they overcome is something we can figure out together.  But I'd like this overall to be a sweet love story with some fun smutty bits as well.  I also want to stress that this is not by any means an attempt at under-ageplay.  I'd like your character to be an adult and to act like one.  I think the difference in size would make for some very interesting problems, both relationship wise and smut wise, that could be fun to write about together.  Agree?  Then let's cook up something fun together!

Oceans of Time
(M x F - Vampire, Victorian Era, Romantic)

Closing this one for good, as I've gone as far as I can go with this story.  If you'd like to see that particular tale, check out "Children of the Night"

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From the Records of Count Vlad Tepes:

Third of March, 1897

Elizabeta.

My late bride calls out to me through the fabric of dreams, through the hundreds of years, through the layers upon layers of stone over the Tepes crypt, through the thick miasma of this cursed unlife.

And now, through this... “photograph”.  A most realistic reproduction of her image carried by a Mr. Harker, hired to assist with the procurement of some new investment properties in the far off city of London.  The man noted my loss of composure, and had his usefulness to me already been consumed he'd have not survived the encounter.  But he may still prove of use to me, so he remains a guest of this house.  For now...

A new name she has...  Mina. 

It matters not.  It is her.  The God of my fathers may yet have forgiven me, and returned my beloved bride.  Regardless, she will be mine again.  We shall be reunited.


First of May, 1897

I can wait no longer.  Over four hundred years and I feel her call as clear as any other sound of the eternal night.  It is time, and I must go to her.

I have decided that Mr. Harker will remain here, in my castle.  I have not told him of this, as it would only distress the man.  As a kindness, in return for his service at returning my bride to me, I have ordered him to be attended to by the sisters Maria, Daniela, and Cristiana.  I am certain he will be quite... content, under their loving care.  He will prove no obstacle to my plans.  From my chambers, I heard his groans of pleasure at their tender administrations, and smelled the exquisite scent of his blood, and his seed, on Maria’s breath as she bade me goodbye.

I leave now, to my destiny.  To my beloved...


Eighth of August, 1897 

My journey to London is not worthy of much notation, as I spent the bulk of it in deep slumber, entombed amidst crates of my ancestral earth.  The only awareness I cared for was that of drawing closer to her, each day closer to our reunion.  That is not to say I did not wake on occasion, of course.  I availed myself of sustenance from the filthy men who made up the crew of this vessel.  Low born flesh like theirs only just slakes the thirst, and leaves a horrid taste behind, but was necessary to keep my strength for the work ahead.

Elizabeta...  my Elizabeta, deserves no less.


Ninth of August, 1897

I am here...  and so is she.  I sleep below Carfax Abbey, a good location for my needs, but only as temporary accommodations.  A lord befitting my station deserves better, though I will manage, and I can wait.  It pains me to do so, after so long, but such a reunion should not be rushed.

It took little effort to find her, as her presence in this city calls to me like a pillar of fire.  It was easy enough to follow her in silence, to learn her habits, and to observe the company she kept.  Tonight, a companion of hers, a lovely young woman named Lucy, will become the first of what I hope to be many…. a new bride, and a new servant for my work.


Tenth of August, 1897

The night raged with rich portent when I came to young Lucy, wind and rain covering my approach.  Her window fell open upon my approach, as did her silken gown, granting me access to the supple, warm flesh beneath.  Amidst the white lace of her bed, our joining was bestial, and her enthusiasm such that I believe she had not yet felt the pleasure of a man’s touch.  Her lovely pale form undulated against my own in the sensual dance, ending with the climax of my kiss upon her delicate neck.  I shall sup from her again before the dawn, and with new strength gained her highborn blood, craft an even more pleasing form for my... Mina.

Tomorrow, she will meet the noble Count Vlad Tepes, a foreign visitor to this city. 

Tomorrow, she will feel the call of our bond, grown stronger with each day of our proximity.

And again we will be united...

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A Devil's Kiss

I followed you, through misty night,
A hidden face, to save from fright,
I tracked you with unearthly sight,
Round through the London morning.

You knew me once, a different name,
And found me fair, if not profane,
We dallied… but your husband came,
To drag you home, you poor thing.

So I came too, how could I not?
Your beauty’d struck me, as a shot,
Your curves, your skin, my blood ran hot,
Your scent sent senses singing.

Could you desire a child of night?
A beast of tales designed to fright?
Would you not wither from my sight?
And set my heart to mourning?

Or accept my invitation,
Savor every new sensation,
Leap into that sweet temptation,
Come with no hesitating.

I’ve waited long, done my review,
When darkness falls, I’ll come to you
And show you things, both foul and true
Spark lust, until it’s roaring.

You’ll join with me, you do want this,
My voice, my touch, my tender kiss,
Upon your neck I’ll softly hiss...
And make you my new plaything.

After All
(M x F - Post-Apocalyptic, Romantic)

Tried this one out a while back, might be up for another go with a different take on things.

A zombie or disease apocalypse may hit a bit too close to home after all we've been through the past few years, but what if we went a bit further?  Many, many years after the collapse of civilization.  The reason why?  Maybe all but forgotten.  A man and a woman could find each other, and then something else.  Some hidden piece of technology, or something else amazing.  A grand adventure, don't you think?

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The crash of metal against stone echoed through the cavernous hall, and Lan looked up sharply.  It wasn’t apparent yet if the sound had been just debris settling, one of the many animals that inhabited these ruins…  or something else.  The lack of gibbering or moaning meant it probably wasn’t one of the muties, which didn’t necessarily lessen the danger.  In the end, it didn’t really  matter what it was.  Hesitation got you killed, as he’d seen time and time again.

It was time to go.

He grabbed his spear and his pack, as quietly as he could, and began to creep back towards the door he’d gone through to enter this place.  It was a strange building, full of large wooden shelves crammed with what his father had once called “books.”  His quick search had found no food, no useful tools, not much of anything worth taking with him.  What had this place been used for?  Only the ancestors knew.

The sound came again, and he froze.  This was definitely someone, or something in the building with him.  He could only hope that the loud noises weren’t drawing anything else just as bad, or worse.  Lan turned his head and strained to listen, and now could pick up a low muttering.  This was not the sound of a mutie, or an animal.  Ok, definitely another person.  Friendly or not was left to be seen, and yet…

A louder series of words now.  Not enough to make out what was being said, but enough to know now that the speaker was a woman.  Just her…  alone?  He heard no reply, no other voice.  His people back home would have never allowed this.  It’s not that woman weren’t capable, less intelligent, or weak.  Just that they were far too valuable.  Whatever had killed all the ancestors long ago had done…  something…  to the people that remained.  Men now outnumbered women 10 to 1, and entire tribes might have only one or two in the whole group. 

This one was either very dangerous, or very foolish…  here on her own.  Lan’s body cried out to leave, but he had to know.  He crept closer, and closer towards the sounds, using the ruined shelving as cover.  His spear at the ready, he peered around the last shelf, then his eyes opened wide at the sight before him.

Lovers in a Dangerous Time
(M x F - Historical, Romantic)
On hold as I've got a variation on this one with someone.

Pre-WW2 Germany is something I've always found interesting to think about.  Resistance to the Nazi regime did exist, and the White Rose Society is one of the more famous examples.  I’d love to do a story that takes a few liberties with historical fact, and explores how love can blossom during a time of fear and strife.

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Johan left through the heavy oaken doors, and passed through the buildings of his University.  He glances around, attempting to seem nonchalant, and wasn’t able to spot anyone watching him or following him.  That didn’t mean they weren’t, of course, but it put his mind at east just a bit.  His membership in the White Rose Society was an easy choice to make, given the thoughts he had about the current German regime and their actions, but that choice had put him in a hell of a lot of danger. 

The increased paranoia was just a part of his life now, particularly after his decision to start wearing their mark, a white rose in his lapel.  It was made of paper, as the real thing would be too dear for one of his means, but it was a signal to any others just where he loyalties were.  There was nobody outside the society who knew what it meant, at least yet and as far as they knew, but it was only a matter of time. 

The message his group had received tonight was jarring, and likely increased his anxiety.  The Nazis were planning a new atrocity, a pogrom of sorts, but one he’d never thought would actually happen.  Starting tomorrow, all Jews in Dresden were to be rounded up, and along with other “undesirables,” they’d be sent away to one of the rumored ghettos in Poland.  It was not clearly stated, but there was little doubt this was a death sentence.  Thousands of people…  thousands of lives.

They’d all felt helpless, he and the others in the society.  Theirs was just one of many chapters, secretly communicating with others in universities across the country, building a quiet resistance.  They’d read and re-read the communication they’d received, hardly able to believe it, and tried desperately to think of something they could do. 

In the end, there wasn’t much at all.  Perhaps they could hide a few, but for how long?  As for stopping it, they were 5 against how many soldiers?  It was hopeless.  The meeting ended with despair on all faces, and when it was his turn to walk out his feet felt leaden against the wet cobblestones.  Johan continued through the darkening night, his hands in the pockets of his overcoat, trying to ward off both the chill of the night, and the fear that gripped his heart.

Turning the next corner into the plaza, he saw her.  A young woman he could swear he’d seen more than once before, walking alone down the street and looking about.  What stood out, more than her beauty, or the unique coat she wore…  was the distinctive yellow badge on her shoulder.  His heart sank as he realized its meaning.  She was a Jew, and as such…  marked for this impending doom.  An irrational urge to run to her, to warn her, flooded his mind.  Johan stopped and hesitated a moment.   

And it was long enough to hear the footfalls of steel-toed boots on the street coming from the other direction.  Soldiers, or worse…  SS.  Regardless, they and the girl were set for a meeting within a minute or two, and knowing what was coming, that meeting would not be a pleasant one.  Maybe it was the previous feeling of helplessness.  Maybe it was a burst of courage?  Either way, the urge to do something was something he could deny no longer.  He raced forward to catch her before she could be spotted.

“Fraulien!” he hissed, “Please, you must trust me.  Down this alley, quickly!  I swear that I mean you no harm.  They’re coming, and you cannot let them see you!”

Love Behind the Lines(M x F - Historical, Romantic)
Closing this one for good, unless it's with someone I've already completed a story with.

This one has been a favorite prompt for a while now.  I've always adored the idea of love blossoming in terrible circumstances.  An American soldier and a French farmgirl, with the ever-present Nazi threat.  What's not to like?  As with all tales, there are plenty of possible variations on this theme, and plenty of places it could go.  Let me know your thoughts!

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Two hours had passed, and his hands wouldn't stop their shaking no matter how hard he tried to calm himself. He'd resorted to sitting on them, working to hide his fear so the other fellas wouldn't laugh. The cabin jolted and he looked up, gazing around at the pale faces of the others surrounding him, like the ghosts of soldiers past huddled in the red light of this loud and drafty metal tube, and decided it likely didn't matter. They looked just as terrified as he…

It'd been a whirlwind of activity over the past three months, training and retraining for this very day. He'd signed up to join the army a few months before that in a wave of patriotic fervor, despite the protestations of his mother, who'd lost her older brother in the Great War years past. Her tear-stained cheeks had returned to his thoughts every now and then throughout his training, along with her insistent refrain that he "not be a hero" while over there. She didn't understand, of course... being a hero was the reason he'd signed up in the first place! The reason he'd headed over to the recruitment center, dragging Bill and Paul, his best friends, along with him. Bill had not made the cut, unfortunately, due to the remnants of the Scoliosis he'd had since youth. When the man had read his name, "Jack Mason" along with Paul's, he felt like it was the proudest moment he'd ever experienced. This was it! A chance to prove his mettle, to fight injustice and evil... a grand adventure!

The Jack of today felt like heading back to that fateful day and slapping his fool self across the head. Thoughts of adventure had been swept away by the endless training, the reality of actually having to kill another human being, and on one particular day... by the body of a British co-pilot, pulled bloody and wreaked from the remains of a bomber that had managed to limp back to the base where they were stationed. The haunted, shattered look on the man's face had driven home that this was no storybook, no boy's game. This war was "for keeps", and if he wasn't careful, the next mangled corpse could easily be his own.

He'd known this particular day was coming, just not precisely when. Part of an advance force of paratroopers, his duty was to land deep within German-occupied France, meet up with others from his unit, and to help pave the way for the D-Day invasion force by cutting communication lines, destroying bridges, and what other mayhem they could accomplish. The danger inherent in this particular assignment was not lost on any involved, and they'd spent many a sleepless night with each other, talking about their lives, their regrets, and their hopes like condemned men. He looked across the shaking cabin, finding then meeting the wide eyes of Paul, who'd somehow made it into the same unit and assignment he had. This fact had given him no small measure of comfort, since he'd at least be jumping into this great unknown with a true friend. He thought about the conversation they'd had last night, about Bill back home, likely having a grand old time with the girls both of them had pined for over the last few lonely weeks. The other fellas in their unit had been little help in that regard. Some had talked of the special gals they'd had waiting for them back home, shown him pictures of their smiling faces, read the letters they'd sent. Jack had nothing like that, no girl at home waiting for him, and in his private moments, thought that maybe he was one of the lucky ones because of it. With that much less to lose, maybe he could face his approaching end with a measure less of regret for a future lost. A bleak point of view, to be sure, but such are the thoughts of a boy, hardly out of his teenage years, when staring down the barrel of infinity.

He was jolted from his reverie by an explosion, and was thrown back against his seat as the plane rocked back and forth.  Anti aircraft fire...  had to be, he thought.  More loud booms sounded from outside, and it felt like all the world was coming to pieces.  The plane righted itself, and after a minute passed he allowed himself a measure of relief.  The fella next to him let out a loud sigh, and yelled out, "Well boys..."  But he never got to finish.  Another explosion, and this time the plane shook violently as a hole was torn in the side.  The shrieking wind and shouting made for a utter chaos, and he cast about until he saw the green light flashing from above.  They were being told to jump.  Because they were there, or the plane was going down?  No way to tell.  There was shouting again, and he stood with the rest, at the back of his particular line.  They filed forward as they'd been trained, waiting for that sickening awful moment when it's finally your turn, taking that grand step into the unknown.  He got there, and when he tried to move forward found he couldn't.  He was caught on something.  The guy at the door was yelling, but he couldn't hear him, he looked about trying to find the issue so he could jump with the rest.  Then, another explosion, a bright flash of light, and he was all but thrown out the door.

And there he was, outside and cold and terrified and being tossed around in the wind.  His fall was arrested after a moment by his chute, which by some providence appeared undamaged. Automatically, his hands went to his guide lines and he worked to right himself, just like he'd been trained. It was all but impossible in this wind, however, and the darkness just compounded matters. He looked around, frantically, just trying to see and gauge where on earth the ground was.

His prayers for light and vision were answered, but in the worst possible way. Another explosion, then again and again as anti-aircraft guns opened back up, filling the sky with thunder and shrapnel. He saw the ground, a field of trees, and was searching for a spot to land when a terrific force struck behind him. A chaos of light, heat, and sound overcame him, sending him falling into a tunnel of darkness as his consciousness fled his body, and left him with only the sensation of falling down... down... down...

Light.

The first thing that came to his awareness was the light of the sun, then... singing?  Heaven... Stretched out, surrounded by warm yellow sunlight, the smell of flowers and apples, and the singing of an angel. This isn't so bad, he thought to himself. Jack opened his eyes, seeing blue sky, leaves on branches, white fluttering cloth. He went to lift his head...

And an unbelievable pain shot through his neck and down through his body, eliciting an uncontrollable groan.

Pain? This can't be heaven. What had happened? Where was he?

He could barely move without agony, but needed to do something. Wait... the singing angel. Was she near?  He listened and heard the same sweet voice, beginning to grow fainter now.

In a panic, with a voice as loud as he could muster, he moaned a weak, "Help!"

Reclaiming The Stars
(M x F - Sci-Fi, Romantic)

I've tried this one before and it didn't quite get anywhere.  I'd be up for giving it another go!

This one came to mind after viewing this rather enjoyable music video Starlight Brigade and found myself wondering, what if that starship was sentient?  A romance between an artificial intelligence and a biological being has always been interesting to me, and this felt like a fun way to explore that. 

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He was only a child, barely out of his fifth winter when the dark ones had come and taken the stars away.  Those shimmering points of light he remembered that the old ones had called pinpricks in the great cloth of night, endless and changeless, promising magic and mystery beyond the horizon.  Nobody listened to those old fools anymore, now that the sky was little more than an empty void, a hideous grey green even the dark of night.  What could those that called themselves sages possibly know about the dark ones, if they hadn’t been able to predict, or even explain what had happened?  They didn’t even know the true names of those who had done this… 

So then, what could they know about anything?

Jarik spent the evening hours before the call of sleep gazing into the haze above, searching beyond hope for even a memory now of those beautiful lights he’d lost so long ago.  It’d become a habit, though perhaps a foolish one - with the mocking derision it often elicited from the others of his community.  Foolish or not, it brought him comfort, and hope that something different could still lurk out there, far beyond the drudgery of life.  The toil in the fields, the despair at yet another failed crop, the frustration of mending and re-mending the tools most had forgotten how to create anew.  The endless depression that hung over the people of the Kehlas plains. 

He felt, and not for the first time, that the dark ones had taken more than just their stars when they’d come.  They’d taken their hope, their happiness…

Their very future…

A low sigh escaped him, and his shoulders slumped.  It was late, and if he did not sleep soon he’d be all the worse for it come tomorrow’s dawn.  He was just getting ready to stand and leave the roof of his dwelling when it happened.

A streak of light, brighter than any fire he’d ever seen, crossed the sky right before him.  His breath caught in his throat, and he held himself as still as the rocks below, fearful that a movement might dispel this wonder.  The streak came closer, became brighter, and a roaring sound filled his awareness.  His jaw dropped in abject wonder as he reached up to cover his long ears with his hands.  This was like nothing he’d ever seen or heard of before.  This was new!

It wasn’t long at all before the streak reached the ground, just over that last hill before the badlands.  The ground shook slightly, then all was dark and quiet again.  It was as if the world was holding its breath, fearful like him of breaking the spell…  then the noise was shattered by the cry of his young brother, only a babe, from inside their hovel.  He heard confused shouts, movement from the other dwellings around, and in a flash his paralysis was broken and he was up and running. 

“Jarik?  Where are you going?  No!  Stop!”  He heard the voice of his father behind him, commanding despite losing that authority once he’d reached the age of his manhood two winters ago.  The words reached his ears, but not even a herd of Skept could have stopped him at this point.  This was something once in a lifetime, an opportunity that might never come again.  He had to go, and see…

Filled with a sense of purpose he’d never felt before, he ran as fast as his legs would carry him.  Across the fields of yarris grain, all but leaping over the nearby stream, then up, up, up the hill.  It felt an eternity before he reached the top, but finally he was there, staring down in amazement at the scene before him.

There, in the last lake, lay…  something.  It still smoked with the heat of its passage through the sky, though it seemed still whole from where he stood.  Hearing a shout from the field behind him, he ran forward, determined to be the first to see this visitor from the sky.  Perhaps a dark one, perhaps a savoir, or something completely beyond his ken – it mattered not.  He was ankle deep in the water and in front of its smooth surface just seconds later, reaching out to tough it with one hand, quaking with excitement and trepidation…

Tale as Old as Time
(M x F - Fairy Tale, Romance, possibly darker?)
I think I've tried this one too many times, and sadly I'm kind of over it.  On hold unless you've got a really neat new angle you'd like to sell me on.

I love new takes on classic themes, and this was one of my first.  What kind of story could we write for Belle and her beast?  This can be light hearted, even romantic, or could go down a much darker path.  Just how “bestial” would you like him to be?

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He stood by the large, ornamental fireplace in the great hall, staring into the dancing flames and brooding. The manor house was cold this evening, dark, and all but silent. Leaning against the mantle, he gave a low rumble of frustration. The girl, Belle, was here. Upstairs, in the room he'd prepared for her, likely asleep already given the hour. This... this is what he wanted, wasn't it? A woman, to share his life with, to ease his loneliness? Why then, did he feel no satisfaction, no victory? This was supposed to be the happiest night of his life, damn it!

He rumbled again, gripping the mantle with his large, furred hands - gouging the wood with his nails. The anger swelled, grew within him… and then he deflated, a low sigh escaping his massive body. This urge, to growl, to shred and tear, to take, was always with him. But in this case, with this lovely young woman... it would be like raging at the wind that howled outside. 

Pointless.

But something must be done. He felt that, this was - after all - the night of his engagement! Perhaps... perhaps he could just drop by her room. To check on her, of course. To make sure she was comfortable, that the fire in her room was burning brightly, that she was warm...

Yes, that would be the proper thing to do, right?

He turned away from the fireplace, and in long strides his powerful legs took him from the great hall. As he passed through the darkened halls, the bestial eyes granted by this curse allowed him sight without any need for lighting. His face, once - long ago - a boy's, now a mixture of both beast and man. Savage and hungry, but yet possessed of the sharp, noble features born of his once-proud lineage. Frightening, to be sure, but not necessarily ugly.

And then there he was, at her door. It was closed, with no sounds coming from the other side. Was she awake, asleep? Should he... should he knock? He stood, a moment, unsure - then the heat bubbled up again. No, it was his manor, damn it! He could go where he pleased! He reached out, and with a gentleness that belied his large frame, turned the knob and slowly opened the chamber door...

Together Alone
(M x F - Modern or Historical, Romance)
I just had a lovely time writing this one in a historical setting.  Not sure if I could do the whole "Desert Island" thing for a while, but would be open for a different take.  See my sci-fi version above.

I've always liked the idea of love blooming, even in the face of adversity.  What could be more adverse than being stranded on a desert island?  I'd imagine the love between these two would be slower to develop, since survival is their first priority, but after basic needs are taken care of...  what else is there to do while you wait for rescue?  There are plenty of variations possible on this theme, and I'm likely open to most of them.  Let me know what you think!

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Sun and sand…  isn’t this what I wanted?

Paul looked out over the crystal clear waters, waves crashing against the sandy shore just a few feet away.  The warm sand shifted beneath him as he changed his sitting position, and the hot sun on his back had him thinking he ought to get in the shade soon before he got burned.  With the breeze blowing across him, it was easy to forget just how powerful those rays were.  He didn’t burn easily, but he would burn, and that would only add to his problems.

Scanning the horizon, he saw nothing but blue ocean as far as the eye could see.  No ships, no planes, no other people.  The only sounds he heard were the rustling of palm fronds as the breeze whipped between them, and the occasional cry of a seabird.  He was alone.

Closing his eyes, flashes memory of the past day came streaming back.  A long-awaited trip to Australia to visit his cousin.  Excitement when he was upgraded to first class, making it the first time he could recall ever looking forward to a 14 hour plane trip.  Dozing off in that comfy seat after a couple of drinks and the dinner they’d served…  then hours later, chaos.  The shaking of the plane jostling him awake, looking out the window to see flashes of lightning amidst the driving rain.  The sounds of the other passengers around him…  gasping, yelling, crying.  The sickening feeling of going down, down…  and the screams of those around him.  Impact.  Cold water.  Wind.  Grabbing on to something.  Fire and lights and then…   waking up here on this beach.

It was like a bad movie, like that one he’d seen with Tom Hanks a few years back.  But that didn’t really happen, did it?  Surely there weren’t any uninhabited islands left in the world.  The thought bolstered him, and he decided he’d rested long enough.  It was time to get up and start walking, looking for the people that had to be here so he could let everyone know he’d survived.  Looking one way down the beach, then the other, he settled on heading to the right, towards what looked like a denser set of palm trees.  Anything could be on the other side of those... something... anything!

When he stood up, a glint of something reflecting the sun’s light caught his eye, about halfway towards those palms.  He squinted, and could barely make out what looked like a set of rocks, or…  no, he thought, a person!  Immediately he began to run as quickly as he was able to over the soft sand.  As he got closer, all became clearer.  It was a person, someone lying on their stomach…  a woman.  The sun was glinting off of a bracelet on her wrist.  She wasn’t moving.

Oh god, he thought, please don’t let her be dead.  “Hey!” he shouted as he got closer, “are you ok?”

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