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I feel the desert winds blow across my face as I scan the sea of dunes. The sun overhead has risen to its zenith, and the land burns under its glare. I subtly adjust my hood to give my face more protection in the shadows.

I turn away from the railing and look across the deck once more. This ship, the Golden Wind, has been my home for the last six years. I first joined the crew before I had come of age, looking to escape a life I didn’t want at home. I have since sailed the endless deserts upon this flying vessel time and again, faced one hardship after another, and become a man in the process. I have flown above the sands of dozens of lands time and again from port to port trying to make my livelihood as a trader. This ship has become my life.

I hate it. I escaped from one undesirable life only to get stuck with another. Not to worry, though. This is my last voyage. When we disembark at the next town, I won’t be coming back on board. Even if I can’t settle down there, I can just hop a caravan to the next town. Anything is better than staying on the Golden Wind for the rest of my life. Than having to spend the rest of my days aboard one of these miserable, flying sand ships.

‘Abdel!’

I turn at the sound of my name and see Captain Matin approaching. ‘Yes, Captain?’

‘It’s your shift at the wheel,’ he snarls. I never liked the Captain. He has a face like sandstone, and a scowl that could frighten the most vicious guard dog into submission. He’s always bellowing orders and nothing ever seems good enough for him. I learned in my first week how rabidly he defends his power. Best just not to argue.

I nod once and stride off to take my place at the wheel. The man I’m replacing is Arad. He’s the closest I’ve ever had to a friend on this miserable voyage. He has surprisingly delicate features for a sand sailor. He always seems at peace with his surroundings, like he doesn’t really know where he’s going, only where he is now and he’s content to be there. I respect and hate him at the same time for that.

I shake those thoughts from my head as Arad steps aside and I grasp the wheel in my calloused hands. I’m a competent navigator. Hardly the best by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ve proven myself dependable. Not everyone can pilot a Sharan flying sand ship. You need to be strong and in-tune with the winds. One mistake can capsize the whole vessel and send it and the crew crashing into the dunes below.

The very thought holds a macabre appeal in that it would bring me freedom from the Golden Wind. There is a strong wind coming in from the east. The full force of it will hit us very soon and I must brace myself to hold against it. If I were to let go or loose control… The image flashes before my eyes for an instant as I widen my stance and set my shoulders.

My shipmates shouting and screaming in distress and fear. The Golden Wind itself tipping to one side and lumbering like some dying beast into the sands. The deafening roar of the crash. The chaos of the aftermath as the crystal levitation engine explodes as I’ve often been warned it would in such an event. Free from this thrice bedamned ship. All I’d have to do is relax and let the wind carry us away…

The gale reaches the peak of its strength, but I hold fast against the strain from the wheel and keep the ship on course. It’s a dangerous job, but I won’t receive any thanks or praise. Especially since no one knew of my little fantasy just a moment ago. Besides, I don’t really want this ship destroyed. A more suitable punishment would be to have it roam the desert forever. This ship and all of the miserable bastards who act as its crew. Forever sailing the dunes, burning under the sun and freezing under the moon. Never able to stop their journey and rest. That would be a proper fate for the Golden Wind.

Hours pass as I continue my shift. The heat of the day makes way to the frigid night. It is a new moon, but tomorrow it shall begin to wax again. It’s said to be a good omen, to begin sailing under a waxing moon. A shame I don’t believe in such superstitions. Were it good luck, I would have been free long ago.

At last, my shift ends and I can get some sleep. My hands are numb from the cold that has quickly set in. It used to frighten me. I used to worry about losing my hands when I worked during the nights. Now, the raw numbness is only a minor inconvenience.

As I settle into my cot, I hear the snores of my bunkmate above me. Anoush is graying with age. He has been on this ship even longer than Captain Matin. Some of the crew even say that Anoush was the original captain. I try to ignore those rumors. It’s not a thought I particularly want flickering around in my head, because it always leads to thoughts of what me sharing a similar fate.

Instead of dwelling on this, I bury myself in the blanket and shove my frigid hands under my armpits to warm them faster. Tomorrow morning, we stop off at an oasis town to pick up more cargo. Exotic spices and jewels only found in these southern regions are our usual fair. From there, the Golden Wind will head to the west to deliver this cargo to the wealthy nobles who live in city-states along the coast of the Emerald Sea. I don’t recall the name of this town we’re stopping at, nor do I really care. The very fact that we arrive tomorrow fills me with enough comfort to go to sleep and wait for the morning sun.

I dream that night of what this town will look like. Will it be a rustic trading post like so many we’ve been to before? Or will it be a permanent settlement with paved roads and walls to protect against the sandstorms? Will the trade have made the place rich? Are the people there friendly? I won’t know until I actually get there.

Before I know it, my lulling thoughts of a peaceful life at last are interrupted by voices and the warmth of the sun flooding through the window beside my bunk. I sit up slowly to see Arad standing beside my bunk with a grave look on his face as he slowly backs away, looking above me. ‘Arad? What’s going on?’ I groggily rub the sleep from my eyes and toss the blanket from my form, noticing that it has already become very warm in the room.

‘It’s Anoush,’ Arad replies.

I furrow my brow and climb out of my cot. I turn around to face the bunk, and there I see Anoush lying face up, his worn features a mask of absolute peace, and his chest still. His snores have been permanently silenced.

‘He must have died in his sleep,’ Arad muses aloud. ‘I’ll get the captain. We’ll give Anoush a burial when we pull into town.’

‘How close are we?’ I ask flatly.

‘Just a few hours.’ With that, he leaves the room and strides down the hall, his soft boots making gentle thumps against the floorboards that seem to be in time with my own heartbeat.

‘Just a few hours,’ I repeat to no one in particular. Just a few hours and I can disembark forever. I look at Anoush’s lifeless face and at once bless and curse the poor bastard. He has found eternal peace, but he had to find it on the damnable ship.

Later that morning, we finally pull into the town. I still don’t know its name, but it has a charm to it. The people are just starting to build the walls to protect them from the winds. The houses are multi-leveled, each one holding several families. They are all a beautiful white, reflecting away the heat of the sun and keeping those inside cool and shrouded in luxurious shade. The smell of spices and perfumes is everywhere. This town is beginning to come into its own, and may even become a city before I grow my first grey hair.

It is a shame that I won’t be able to join Anoush here. I watch silently as Arad carries his bound body into town on a litter, taking him to the embalmers to prepare his body for a decent burial that none of us will be here to witness.

‘Abdel!’ Captain Matin barks.

I silently turn to face his visage that so reminds me of sandstone. ‘Yes, sir?’

‘You’ll take this first s
hift at the wheel when we leave,’ he orders in that gravelly voice that grates at my ears.

‘Yes, sir,’ I answer flatly. No point in getting into argument with that wretched son of a jackal. He takes absolutely no disobedience from any of his men. Why should I be exempt?

I console myself, though, as I take the wheel and steer us west. Our next destination is the cities along the Emerald Sea coast. This is my final voyage with the Golden Wind, though it’s all I’ve ever known. When it’s over, I’ll finally be free.

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Golden Mom CHAPTER ONE Peggy looked around carefully. She had to piss, piss badly, and the house was too far away. She was one of those women who, when they had to piss, had to piss immediately. When she had to hold it in, she became acutely uncomfortable, and much to her embarrassment, had pissed into her pants at certain times. She was in the vegetable garden, and it would have been easy to piss if she had been wearing a dress. But she was wearing jeans, tight jeans....

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Golden Shower

Jean came running to my room one day. This was not unusual everything seemed to get her excited. She was very hyper. " You have to come with me and see what I found." she said. I followed her thinking it was just another thing that Jean thought was exciting but didn't interest me.I followed her into Tom's room. She went to the closet and said " look at all this stuff he's been hiding in here." She a stack of magazines. Of course there was the Playboy and Penthouse magazines but there were also...

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Golden Mind Control Orb

It was a plain old ordinary day. Certainly not a day where you would expect to find something that would change your life. But while walking you tripped face first and landed on the floor. You didn't like tripping but at least you didn't hurt yourself. On the ground, you saw a shiny round object. Curious you picked it up. The moment you did you instantaneously knew all about it. You knew that it was called The Golden Mind Control Orb and that it gave you the power to manipulate...

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Golden Triangle

I hadn’t been at my new—and first—embassy posting for more than three days when the Vientiane chief of station called me into his office to give me an important assignment. “Yes, I can see how important the assignment is, Luther,” I said to the Agency’s head spy in Laos, “But why me? I mean I didn’t finish training at the Farm until three weeks ago, and I’m barely on the ground here and you’re already giving me a make or break assignment.” “Look around, Win,” Luther said in a slow drawl, as...

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Golden Eyes

Silence. Silence practically echoed through the alley. Then a sharp sound. A dog barked. There was the sound of padded footsteps. Then it all went quiet again. It was very black. She couldn't see anything. All she could do was hear. Hear the horrible silence. She hated it. She hated the silence, but it was slowly becoming common place for her after many sleepless days and nights. The only thing worse than the sounds were the smells. Rotten food. Garbage. Worms after it rained. Wet dog. All...

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Golden GuardChapter 9

THE STORY SO FAR Immediately after her escape from Hell Island, a feat none had previously though possible, Roberta and her loyal follower Paula had been captured by bandits. At the bandit lair, Roberta had been ritually flogged at the behest of the female sage, Philippa, in order to collect enough of her blood for the wise old woman to use in order to divine Roberta's guilt or innocence by mystic means. This oracle had pronounced the wronged Roberta an innocent woman. The pair then left...

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Golden Dragon a New BeginningChapter 4 Temptation

Dim footsteps echoed through his head. The plastic rope twined around his wrists stung like a thousand tiny bee stings. His mouth was dry, his head was pounding with the parched force of a nasty headache and his chest continued to burn poisonously. ‘He’s awake.’ An Arctic voice enveloped him in freezing air. Jun opened his eyes. A toothy grin greeted him, planted on the face of a reddish-brown man. His slanted eyes glinted in the musty light. Jun squirmed back into his chair. ‘What the...

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Seduced by the Wind

Title: Seduced by the Wind Author: Ella AshgroveShe could feel his presence - his eyes watching her from afar while the shadows dancing along the nearby brick buildings kept his identity a mystery. As a gentle breeze travels through the night sky, she hears her name being whispered “Katie.” Not knowing if it was hearing her name or the coolness of the night air, a shiver runs down her spine as she continues her “ritualistic” nightly walk from class to her dorm room.The heels of her shoes making...

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The Merry Maid of Windsor

The Merry Maid of Windsor By Cassandra Morgan Men swear. Men shout. Men make threats. And so it was that Mark Windsor, my father, was pissed. He stormed around his office, and he slammed his fist down on his desk, and he swept a large stack of papers off of his desk with his arm. He'd had it! The veins on the side of his neck stood out. His face was red and twisted. If a doctor had taken his blood pressure, he would have ducked for cover to avoid the coming explosion. Women are...

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Its an Ill Wind

(Many thanks to Dawnj, whose editing made this story into a real one! All typos etc. are mine. If you only want the bedroom bits, please turn to page 5.) * August may be a wicked month, but there’s no month as unpredictable as November, nor as unpleasant at times, and that day the weather had steadily deteriorated. When she tried to open the back door she had to put all her weight against it, and even then it was quite a job. She was met by a blast of rain that came straight from the...

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Its an Ill Wind

Another sexy little story I wrote as a turn on for my wife.IT'S AN ILL WIND There's an old saying “It's an ill wind that blows nobody any good,” well this ill wind certainly blew me plenty of good. I recently moved into a small sheltered accommodation complex in North Wales which was made up of a small estate of bungalows, some of which backed onto a field leading down the Menai Straits and mine was that did so it was perfect for me to pursue my hobby of fishing. My neighbours were a mixed...

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Whispering Wind

Whispering Wind is an open game between the readers and writers. Anyone may comment and anyone may write (subject to following Writer Rules and basic grammatical English). Readers may leave a comment suggesting something the main character might attempt. The writer will then roll a d100 and add any Libido points to that roll. If successful, then the suggestion will be followed. If failed, the main character will not act upon the suggestion. The writer will set the Difficulty based on the...

Mind Control
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The Props Master 1 Ritual RealityChapter 8 A Little Wind

Half a world away, Wayne Hamel was watching the sunset from the school park in Indianapolis. It had rained most of the day as it usually did in March in Indiana, but the evening sky had cleared and he determined to go through with his experiment in spite of the wet ground. He’d been to see Lissa last night ... well, this morning would be more accurate. Somehow, he never showed up at Donut World before three a.m. She always had advice for him, even though he never actually remembered talking...

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Applied Hypnosis LifestyleChapter 7 Gone With the Wind

Sierra woke to the sound of her cell ringing. "H'lo?" she asked sleepily. "Sierra, I need you to come down to the restaurant." Mark said. He hung up before she could get an explanation. She looked at her cell in confusion before throwing off the covers and getting dressed. The drive down was uneventful, except for the thoughts tumbling around in her head. Perhaps there were problems with the new girls Yuko had recruited, or maybe the tills had been off, or maybe somebody had driven a...

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Waters Edge Feathers on the Wind

The water, crisp, the scent of the lake stirring in the wind. Waiting for that special some one, the sun high in the sky clouds rolling in. It was supposed to be like any other day. A day by the waters edge, love growing stronger. A simple kiss to put ones emotions aflutter. A silent greeting, a hug hello, skin on skin. The embrace of lovers. Sitting down by the waters edge, staring into the eyes of the one you couldn’t live with out. Never saying a word but always knowing what the other would...

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Pacific Wind

Their first meeting was more that they could have bargained for. She had exceeded his most untamed expectations. The woman was a lady in every sense of the word … until that evening when they found themselves alone in the small cottage by the sea. Their expressiveness was agrarian in nature to say the very least. Now here they were, walking hand in hand back to the cottage. The cold wind coming from the Pacific was chilling and they laughed as they picked up the pace to reach their destination....

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Something in the Wind

She was trying to be sympathetic. The voice on the phone was by turns emphatic, subdued, was male and not obviously drunk but she could tell he’d been drinking. ‘…I called because, because you know the players, you know what I’m up against, you know what I’m going through…’ ‘…again’, she thought as the voice rambled on. ‘You called me because you know I’m three hours ahead of you and I wouldn’t be asleep yet.’ she said, trying to project her half-smile through the miles of fiber-optic...

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Autumn Wind

The autumn night air was cool and crisp. They felt the chill as they disrobed each other. There was only the sound of slightly rustling clothes in the moonlit woods. Though both near thirty, they felt like high school kids. A mixture of nervousness and curious exploration overtook their brains. She slipped his sweatshirt off his head, taking her time to rub his sides and his hard nipples as she removed the garment. She unbuttoned her sweater and let it fall to the ground beside the sleeping...

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