EXCERPTS

Darklands
by
Jinx Williams

 Part One

The Selection

 “And the winner for Best Horror picture is…” a curvy blonde opened the envelope, “...Skyler Jensen for Darklands!”

Almost everyone in the audience stood up as applause exploded inside the hall.

“Skyler! You won!” Judy, Skyler’s younger sister, shook him.

Sitting wide-eyed in his chair, Skyler stared at the stage in shock.

“Sky, get your ass up there!” She pinched him. “I’ll see you at your place later, now go!”

Finally coming to his senses, he smiled and hurried to the stage. He picked up the blonde and swung her around in a tight hug. After placing her back on her feet, he took the award she was holding and faced the large crowd, now seating itself.

“Wow.” Grinning like a fool, excitement and adrenalin rushed through his system. “I never expected to get nominated, let alone win!” The audience quieted again. “I thought my idea of turning the video game Darklands into a motion picture was going to fail. I can’t believe I’m standing in front of all you Darklands fans with this award in my hand.” He held up the movie reel shaped statue, causing another outbreak of applause. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the behind the scenes people for the award ceremony motion for him to hurry up with his speech. “I want to thank everyone who helped in the production. The producers, the crew, everyone! All the actors and actresses who sacrificed their days sweating to make this production what it was. But most of all, I must thank you, all the Darklands fans who went out and not only played the video game, but also watched my movie. Thank you!” He held up his hand and waved at the once again screaming crowd.

“This way, Mr. Jensen,” the blonde told him as she escorted him from the stage.

Backstage, some of the actors from his movie congratulated him. Ushering him over to the side, the media snapped photos of him and conducted brief interviews. When all that was done, he hurried to his limousine and informed the driver to take him home.

When he was seated on the soft leather of his limousine, the peace was almost deafening. He smiled down at the reel statue. He had been lucky enough to get some of the production crew who worked on The Lord of the Rings, Narnia and Harry Potter. That was why the movie was so fantastic; he never would have gotten anywhere if it were not for all those who gave their blood and sweat to make the movie.

His winning speech was made up on the fly because he never counted on winning. When he received the notification of his film being nominated for Best Horror, he thought it a hoax at first. His sister was ecstatic when she found out he was nominated. Because he was only three years older than Judy, and since they had lost their parents at a young age, they had grown up very close to one another.

Happily married and five months pregnant with her second child, Judy wished her brother the same. He never seemed to have any luck with women though. He would date, but normally the women he dated were only after his money. He knew she felt bad for him, but also knew that he would one day find his match.

Skyler thanked his driver and went up to his ninth floor apartment. The elevator opened to a small hall and the front door that led onto the whole ninth floor, which was all his. He entered the large living room and headed down a short hall to the two large bedrooms. Entering the master bedroom, he took off his boots, kicking them into his closet.

“I still don’t see what’s wrong with how I have this place decorated,” he complained to himself. His sister was always telling him to spruce it up. Books were everywhere, mostly research for his movies. Darklands was actually his third movie. The first two were box office flops. Seeing that lately a lot of video games were being turned into films, and since Darklands was his favorite video game, he decided to make it into a movie.

To Write a Love Scene
by
Luna Carrol
 

 Chamos opened his eyes. Something had disturbed him. It wasn’t a feeling he disliked. No, in fact, it was delicious. Sin. It coursed through his veins.

He moved, causing dust and debris to begin falling around him and off his nude body. There was no way of knowing how long he had been sleeping. A year? A thousand years? Humans could not help but awaken him eventually. He was Lord of Seduction, and humans often resorted to calling upon him.

His grunts and movements echoed through the dark stone walls. If not for his ability to see in the dark, he would be lost. His claws gouged into the stone walls to help his weakened legs climb the stone steps. There were so many steps in this castle, his memory was returning. He came down here for rest. Humans grow tedious after a time. It was only after a few decades of change that they became interesting again.

Upon reaching the top step, he assumed his human form, normally a quick transformation, but after a long rest it caused his stiff joints to ache. His seven-foot frame became that of a six-foot human male, accompanied by the restrictive garments favored by man. His black hair was slicked back and his formal lace collar highly buttoned. With a final tug to his crisp white lace sleeve under his velvet jacket, he opened the door.

The daylight was blinding! It should be dark now. Perhaps Clisthert was up to his trickery. Turning night to day.

No. The light was not coming from the windows. A metal beast with a long orange tail was spewing the light from its mouth.

His eyes focused on the small frame of a woman as she rushed to pull the tail of the beast. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were standing there.”

The light was extinguished after she pulled the tail and broke it into two pieces. So, it was some form of torch. Not a beast at all.

“Man, our costume designer really outdid herself.” The woman walked to him and casually touched his lapel. “What is this? Fourteenth century? So full of detail. I wish I could do that. Hell, I wish I was allowed to do anything around here.”

“I’m sure you have talents.” He pulled her delicate hand to his lips. He knew his voice was husky from lack of use, but she smiled in a womanly way, nonetheless.

“You must be the new actor, Christian Tyndall. I heard you were handsome and somewhat of a smooth talker.”

Chamos smiled. “Yes. Christian.” A name he had never gone by. “Christian Shamus Tyndall.” Slight variation on pronunciation, but he was never completely dishonest. “Now back to your talents. Perhaps they do not lie in clothing or torches.” He continued holding her hand.

“Oh, you mean the light?” She gestured to the odd torch with her free hand. “I’ve always been behind the scenes.”

“No more. You do not deserve to be behind the scenes.” He stepped backwards, luring her to the door of the cellar. Her brown eyes were locking onto his; he could sense her compliance deep in her soul. Easy prey.

“Do you think I could act?”

He smiled and arched a brow. “Is it what you wish?”

She nodded without speaking.

“Come with me. I have a way of making wishes come true.” He opened the cellar door and pulled her close to his chest. “If you want it bad enough.”

She allowed her dark hair to drop before one eye, giving her a femme fatale look. “I do.”

“Then act for me, and I’ll make you a well-known actress. This is your audition, lovely.” His mouth covered hers. So smooth were her lips that he moaned. It had been so long since the thrill of seduction raced through his veins.

The door closed behind them, drowning them in the darkness. She leaned against the wall and ended their kiss. “How will you see me in the dark?”

He chuckled, and several torches along the gray stone wall lit with a bright and sudden flame.

She jumped. “Shit. How did you do that?”

“I have talents of my own.” He nibbled her chin and wrapped his hands around her ribcage, pushing her breasts higher.

She giggled. “Talents, huh? Show me more.”

Hot Buns
by
Fallon Powers

Part 1

Hot Then

“Quit strutting and stressing about the Hot Buns contest, Frankie!”

Franklin Frankenhell glanced over at his girlfriend laying on the bed watching him while he pranced and twisted around in front of the dressing mirror in the bedroom. He took one last look at the dark blue trunks he wore and decided they would be just right for the contest tonight.

Walking over to the bed, he grinned. “I think you like me strutting. But you’re right, Maggie. I am worried, and shouldn’t be. I’m going to win this time.”

“You will, Frankie.”

Frankie halted a moment, sensing something wrong in her demeanor. “Are you ok, luv? You look like you got something on your mind.”

She sucked in her bottom lip but shook her head. “It can wait. Tonight is your night.”

He reached over and kissed her on the forehead. “I know you don’t particularly care for these contests, but I’m glad you’re coming tonight.”

She reached up and kissed his cheek. “I will.”

“Good, cause I’m nervous. Lots will ride on this year’s contest. But with you there, nothing could go wrong.”

She reached over and pulled him on to the bed with her. “Right now, I know the perfect way to get you unstressed.”

Frankie chuckled as she pulled him against her hot slender body. He lay over her and proceeded to kiss every inch of her delectable form. Her body fit perfectly against his own. He felt his buns glow from the heat of her desire. They were both passion demons and the air between their bodies sizzled with magical and physical need.

She opened for him, ready to take his shaft in her hot depths. He wasted no time and drove deep into her in one swift movement. Her clawed fingertips came up to grab his buttocks. Frankie groaned. His buns were one of his more sensitive and erotic pressure points. As were Maggie’s.

She was his opposite in many ways, but sexually they ran like a well oiled wheel. Sex with Maggie felt like the first torrid time of giving into insatiable desire, every time. But where all this would lead if he did win the comp Frankie did not want to think about. Somehow, deep in his demon subconscious he knew they would be parted, yet he was driven to follow his dreams anyway.

* * * *

With quick surveillance of the mélange of backsides in the competition, Frankie mentally prepared himself to sell, sell, sell. Sell himself to the judges that is.

“Third time lucky, third time lucky, third time lucky,” He chanted under his breath. Stretching his arms out he shook himself to loosen his body, Almost his turn. He had to do something to make the audience cheer loudest. Glancing sideways he saw Maggie waiting, for a moment their eyes locked, she smiled.

Frankie knew the smile was forced, she hated him out there flashing off, but he wanted to win this competition and the shot at a movie contract in Hellywood. One of the judges worked in major films and Frankie wanted to act more than anything. He’d hoped Maggie would join him if he won this competition, but he knew the glitz and glamour of Hellywood wasn’t her thing. She’d prefer he became something more solid like a lawyer. A look was worth a thousand words, and Frankie looked to the crowd before he turned his back to them.

A cry went up and the wolf whistles given to him matched any of the other entrants, but matching wasn’t good enough. He had to do more and he was the last competitor, so, now or never. He began to move his legs, making them tremble from his firmly planted feet to his thighs; he’d been practicing this for months. His buttocks began to quiver like he’d been hit with an electric shock. Perfect, I nailed it! He raised his arms high in the air, arching them so his fingertips touched.

Then he heard the roar of the crowd in his ears, cheers, whistles, even some hooting. Five minutes was as long as he could keep that up for, hoping it gave them enough time to see Franklin Frankenhell was something special. He stopped vibrating his legs. He cocked one hip and placed his hand on it, jutting his rear end out. Half turning to face his admirers, he made eye contact with as many as possible, including all the judges. His heart hammered, the adrenalin rose with the deafening ruckus as they pounded hands against the tabletops, and thundered feet on the floor, and the crowd finally stood up to clap. Frankie flicked back his hair, let his horns protrude a little, then put on his sexiest come to bed expression, waggling his eyebrows.