



By Emmanuel Williams September 11, 2026 Some time has it been, since a roll in the hay I have had. But now, much to desire there is… Vast, the swamps of Dagobah are. Loneliness can warp the force, and a wife, I have not. The path before me, I have not seen. Until, Jordan was…

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“Sure beats the alternative,” said James.
“What, to be mortal? Let me tell you boy, mortality is a weakness. You must protect yourself and your family from certain death by living far less of an adventurous life than you could if you were invincible. You can’t eat the wrong thing, you can’t love the wrong person, you can’t even drink to excess without dire consequences to your organs or decisions. And the worst of it all, you feed monsters like us in the end. Your only real purpose in life.”
“I have to get back to the kitchen…”






By Emmanuel Williams September 11, 2026 Some time has it been, since a roll in the hay I have had. But now, much to desire there is… Vast, the swamps of Dagobah are. Loneliness can warp the force, and a wife, I have not. The path before me, I have not seen. Until, Jordan was…
[Sobbing, Sam took another step. This is the last one, the very last, I can’t go on, I can’t. But his feet moved again. One and then the other. They took a step, and then another, and he thought, They’re not my feet, they’re someone else’s, someone else is walking, it can’t be me. When…
[When she stopped Pietro hid himself behind a bush which was only one yard away from her and where he could see her. She was slowly undressing as people do in a train berth. Sitting down, so as not to be seen from the road, she was unbottoning first of all her blouse while Pietro…
By Emmanuel Williams September 11, 2026 Brody had nothing but time ahead of him. On a night that had fallen over a warm metropolis as he approached the train station in front of the library near the shelter he would spend this night and a few more before he found a way out that wasn’t…
By Emmanuel Williams September 11, 2026 Terrance could hardly wait to get his room key. He had run as far as he could from the nightmare waiting for him in what seemed like every town before this, and twice on the road. It was his need for rest that told him to turn in here,…
[MEMORANDUM LEFT BY LUCY WESTENRA 17 September. Night. – I write this and leave it to be seen, so that no one may by any chance get into any trouble through me. This is an exact record of what took place tonight. I feel I am dying of weakness, and have barely strength to write,…
By Emmanuel Williams September 1, 2026 (Start of term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) TYRION Shae’s mouth is not empty. Should she roll her head in any direction she could find thigh, or more cock. There are very few options. As her eyes open, Tyrion Lannister is flaccid in her jaws. With one…
By Emmanuel Williams August 31, 2026 * First, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMANDA! Ok, here is a sonnet I wrote while watching today’s match against Ashlyn Krueger in Round 1 of the 2026 US Open (which was delayed so long I got very frustrated at my desk job lol). * Amanda the brave Amanda the brilliant Amanda…
By Emmanuel Williams August 28, 2026 * If anyone had known that Jasper was a monster, it wasn’t Jasper himself. This would only distract him quickly, but no one cared anyway. It was he and him alone in this broken, lonely trap. Jasper had two women. One of these wretched souls lived in a meaningless…
By Emmanuel Williams August 19, 2026 Dear Mr. British, Now that I bear an entire nationality in ink upon my skin, I confess there were times I wanted to hide it. All it says is “BRITISH” down my arm. Which to anyone without the whole story means that I am some British Nationalist. This is…