General CD/TG Stories
Without Magic, There would be no Dragons
This was a time of powerful magic and powerful wizards, a time when dragons still flew through the air, swooping down to feed on sheep and cattle as hunger found them.
"My apprentice, you must prepare for my passing, it will not be long now, then you will take on the mantel of master wizard. You are not fully ready yet, but you always were a slow learner! Soon it will come to pass when I pass to the next veil and I will be one with the spirits. You must prepare my pyre for my body must be burnt so as to prevent the warlords from attempting to claim my head as a trophy."
"Yes, my Master, I will do your bidding as you ask, but surely your magic can help you. Why must you leave me now, my training is not yet complete."
"No, it certainly is not, but magic, even magic as powerful as mine cannot alter the fact that my time is almost done. Not even the Elven magic can change things now. Go, prepare my pyre, and what ever you do, bless the woods in the correct order with the right potions!" Saying so, the old wizard closed his eyes, sank back onto the straw matting of his bed and slept again.
The Hairy One Appears
It was late and Leigh was walking home from yet another failed attempt to break into modelling. What was she doing wrong she wondered? She know she was good looking and had a body that men wanted to fondle, to say the least. The only things she could think of was that she would not do nude modelling nor "bed" the director.
She was so lost in her thoughts she did realise that she had wandered from her usual route home and was now outside the town's cemetery. Not a sensible place for a beautiful young woman at this time of night to be.
"Look out!" the cry startled Leigh out of her thoughts just in time to look up to see this large dog, this VERY large dog bearing down on her! The next thing she knew was she was on the ground, bleeding from several scratches caused by the dog's sharp claws as it knocked her down. The dog disappeared into the dark night and she was left lying there.
Her blue satin dress, which was brief to say the least before this, was even briefer now as the dog's claws had shredded much of it in passing, leaving more of Leigh's flesh exposed than she preferred.
Vortex
Story © PJB All other copyrights respected (until they go through the vortex!)
The following story contains characters owned by the BBC/Epic. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.
For those confused by the young woman and the older man, there was a Cult TV Series in the UK featuring Mary Tamm/Lalla Ward and Tom Baker. (Doctor Who, for the uninformed - your editor). After that, you're on your own! ;-)
Jack Bond was walking down the main shopping street on a visit to his old hometown when he saw, and heard, several shoppers run screaming out of the town's small supermarket. He managed to catch the arm of one as he ran past, and asked what was going on.
"Monsters! Monsters in the store!" the man cried, as he torn his arm free of Jack's grasp and ran, still screaming up the road toward the police station.
'Monsters, how silly,' Jack thought, 'still, might be worth a look, just in case it's something that my department should be aware of. Probably just a publicity stunt, though.'
He approached the now silent store and glanced in the window. Everyone had cleared the area around the stores, and even the adjoining shops had emptied. He pulled his head back and thought about what he had glimpsed. 'Empty aisles, scattered shopping bags, hmmm, at least one turned over set of shelving. Maybe not just a publicity stunt. One more look...oh boy, a young woman (hmm, nice dress) and a man trapped inside and, oh shit! Monsters!'
Again, he pulled his head back and braced himself on the wall beside the open door. He pulled his Beretta pistol from its holster, checked the slide and made sure the safety was off, then dived in through the doorway, rolling until he was hidden by one of the displays.
The Tower of London
Reference is made to actual people, this is co-incidental and nothing should be inferred from this.
This is a fanfic parody, purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.
My thanks to SteveZ for his editing and suggestions
Dusk was falling as the group moved along, following the strangely dressed guide. They went past great soaring stone walls, the same walls that had for centuries held back the invader and criminal alike. The same castle walls that surrounded them had protected the British Crown Jewels almost since time immemorial. The famous Tower of London! 
"The fortress known as the Tower of London was built around the end of the 11th century..." droned the guide, a middle-aged man in strange red raiment, liberally adorned with black and red designs and even frilled ruffs around the neck. He led this latest group of Americans around the Tower, showing off all the historic relics and artifacts still used today. This group was special, however. Instead of just the usual mix of American, British and Japanese tourists, this group was one person's entourage. The famous singer Cher and her party were touring Europe, and she had a gig tonight in London.
The Inheritance
A word from the author! The people and places are all from my imagination; although there is a place called Maysville in KY, I've never been there (and probably won't be allowed there now). The house, lawyers office and such like are likewise all in my imagination, as far as I know! Any resemblence to any person, dead or living, is pure coincidence.
My Thanks as ever to SteveZ for his tireless editing and suggestions.
It was a real surprise. The call from the attorneys came from out of the blue. Neither Peter nor Jane knew that they had a rich, a VERY rich relative. Apparently she was a great-aunt on Jane's mother's sister's mother's side or some such. By the time the lawyer had explained this, they where confused enough. Still, they were not well off, and the promise of a large inheritance, plus the tickets to travel by train from Chicago to the solicitor's office in Maysville, Kentucky were enough to send them halfway across the eastern half of the country.
They left their little apartment and caught the Amtrak, Cardinal 50 train to Washington. The tickets were first class, so they enjoyed some private, quality time together for the first time in ages. It was the first time they had been warm in the winter for years. They left Chicago's Union Station shortly before 8pm, and settled into their cabin after a visit to the dining car.
The arrival time at Maysville was about 7am the next morning, so they arranged for an early call, and decided to go to bed early. Peter put his usual pajamas on, whilst Jane slipped into her ankle length nightdress, neither looking at the other. However, the night they spent in the sleeper was wonderful; perhaps it was the rocking of the train or maybe something else, but the sexual escapades they shared that night were enough to start to rekindle their marriage. They still loved each other, but there was something missing from their marriage, but not just money. They each had a secret that neither dared speak out loud.
The purser gave them their early call as promised, about 5:30am, as the train pulled out of Cincinnati. They dressed, lingering this time on each other's bodies. A quick caress, then Peter shaved whilst Jane did her makeup for the day. A quick visit to the dining car for an early breakfast, and then they sat in their cabin and waited for the train to arrive at Maysville.
