Friday, October 12, 2012

Friends with a Menage Queen

—and her husband

Hello everyone. Let me introduce myself. You all may know me as “friend”, or “mutual friend” or even “friend of the family”. There are only a chosen few of you, that know my real name and what part I play in this relationship, but that is about to change with this blog.

My name is Marcello. I will not give my last name. No offense, but I do have family back in Napoli. LOL!

I am the very best friend of Guiseppe, Stephanie Williams’ husband. We have known each other for over 35 years. I have known Stephanie for 22 years. Guiseppe introduced me to her the second year he knew her.

I was smitten.

They were just good friends at the time. At least that’s what Stephanie kept telling herself. Guiseppe wanted more, but kept their relationship on a pure friendship basis. He was a bit, how you say…. frustrated. It was funny watching them together and Guiseppe trying everything to get her to see him as more than a friend.

I on the other hand, made my move. And she turned me down too. I couldn’t figure her out. She was so…so proper. Maybe that’s not the right word. But she would not date either one of us—then.

For me, she said I was too freaky. Not in looks, but she had this in her mind that I did odd things in bed and I would not be faithful. Not true on either. I don’t know where she got that from. She said I just looked it.

Don’t know what that means to this day. I’m an average looking Southern Italian. Tall. Okay, Not all Italians are tall. I work out. My hair is longer than average and black. My eyes are not your normal what you think Italian eyes are. They are blue.

Does that sound freaky?

Oh well. My definition of freaky and hers may not be the same.

To no ones surprise, a couple of decades later, the two dated, then two years after that married. I was the best man. I was honored to be a part of their wedding. I am also honored to be a part of their lives now.

Our relationship is not complicated as some might think.

Guiseppe loves Stephanie very much. He will lie, steal, cheat and kill for her.

But so will I. You see, I love her too.

Still confused?

Read her ménage books. You’ll get it.

As you read from Guiseppes’ blog, Stephanie researched the ménage a trois lifestyle for her books, for months.

We joked around with her, making her feel uncomfortable. But Guiseppe and I enjoyed it. She didn’t know if we were being jokers. Pulling her leg as you say.

We let it drop for a while.

Then she started writing ménages. She has a few books now and several waiting to get published.

But unlike some books out there, her characters do not go through the motions. I mean, they are not having sex with each other for sex sake. They have a deep relationship beyond the bedroom. I think her ménage books are strong with character development.

That’s hard to write about I think, since most readers I believe want to read about the kinky sex. Maybe I’m wrong, but I have read other ménage books and they are not a deep as hers. Okay, I admit, I am biased, but I’m honest.

You maybe asking, if Stephanie comes to me for advise when writing these stories. She does. What she wants from me however is different from what she wants from her husband. And I mean that in more ways than one.

But I will not go into that.

I will always be the third partner brought into a committed relationship. So those are the questions she asks. For example, “How would you feel if another man asks you to sleep with her girlfriend/wife? And do you have to already have to have a relationship with them?

Is this coming from personal experience? I think you as the reader can figure that out.

Guiseppe and I are of the same mind, however we each bring something different to Stephanie in a way of research.

She can always come to me and ask anything that has to do with physical love. But she can also come to me when it comes to emotions too. Doesn’t that play a role in a ménage too?

Does her husband, my best friend, mind this relationship we have?

He encouraged it. He is a confidant man when it comes to his relationship with Stephanie. And he trusts for me to take care of her when he is not there or unable to. You may interpret that as you feel so. But that’s all you need to know.

How does Stephanie feel about me? She allowed me into her life, into her home and into her heart. And I think as a friend I could not ask for anything more.

To find out more about this lovely woman go to her blog:

http://missstephaniewilliams.blogspot.com/

Her Ménage Books:

Coming soon:

NOW AVAILABLE

Friday, October 5, 2012

The Adventures Of A University Student part 2

...But back to the past couple of weeks. The next night, Friday September 7^th, went back out to another club called Morrison’s II (which is full of drunken students from different Universities haha) where I had fun dancing once again with the two French guys but this time the Spanish guy, Canadian guy and a Spanish couple came along as well. It was a total blast and I really enjoyed hanging out with these people. Becoming better friends with them as well, the longer I hung out with them (well minus the Canadian guy…he gave me the creeps).

And Saturday, I don’t remember what I did as it has been a few weeks since then. But Sunday the two French guys left which was a bummer because they were a fun pair to be around and talk with as they were really funny. But Monday, the 10^th of September, the first day of classes started. I was definitely nervous as hell because who wouldn’t be when studying in a foreign country and you don’t know the language…at all. I am learning day by day though. But I only had one class that day so it wasn’t too bad. The class is called International Relations from 1945 to present. I wanted to take this class because I don’t really know a whole lot about IR in the first place as it isn’t really talked about in the United States unless you are in specific courses that deal with IR issues and what have you.

Tuesday is my longest day of classes as I have three classes but two of them are lecture and seminar classes. So the first class I have is called History of Modern Europe which I have at eight o’clock in the lovely, early morning. And after that is seminar but there is a fifteen/twenty minute break so can get something to eat or go to the toilet (which is ni~ice haha). I really like this Modern Europe course because it is talking mainly about issues that deal with Hungarian history and countries surrounding Hungary. Hence why I am taking the course since history is one of my favorite subjects. I have a break through lunch time so that gives me some time to eat food which is dearly loved. After lunch is my Introduction to Civilization which I found out is a requirement class for all incoming, you guessed it, freshman. So about three quarters of the students in that class are either eighteen or nineteen years old…And are still high schoolers in my mind. They just yap away, not caring what the Professor is talking about. It’s like, if you’re going to talk during class, sit in the back of the room so I don’t have to listen to your bullshit when I’m trying to learn something interesting. And this class is really interesting because Civilization through the ages has always been a sore subject considering that colonization has not always been kind to those who were thought to be uncivilized. After this class is my British Civilization class which I have learned that the United States teaches jack-shit of British history. I only knew one or two questions out of the ten or fifteen the Professor asked the first day. So I am definitely going to like this class. The Professor is also making the native English speakers do presentations but I have to remember to speak slowly so people can understand what I’m saying considering that the majority of the people in the class are not native English speakers…Native, native, native (need to stop saying that haha). So I get to do a presentation about Education in the US and in Britain…more specifically on Universities in the United States. But I need to ask the Professor if I can ask the students what they want to learn about so it will be easier to focus on that then me trying to figure out what would hold their interest in such a boring presentation I’m sure.

But after that class is the seminar for my Civilization class which doesn’t get out until six o’clock in the lovely evening. So I’m pretty much at school for the whole day. Which isn’t bad or anything, it’s just a really long day. Then on Wednesday, I have my Hungarian language course which is definitely nice but I really have to practice, practice, practice my Hungarian because I have a really hard time remembering things. So I have repeat words over and over again so that I remember them otherwise I won’t be getting anywhere in this class. And I’m glad that I’ll be having it for a semester and hopefully I’ll be able to continue learning next semester as well. After this class is, finally one of my Sociology classes, Trends in Sociological Theory which I have deemed to be very interesting. Not just of the subject of the course but because I can sometimes not understand the Professor. Why? Accent. It’s sometimes hard for me to understand the words he is speaking because he pronounces them differently than what I have heard or know, or I just can’t understand what he is saying. Hah! But so far, so good.

On Thursday, I don’t have a class until 2:50pm which is my other Sociology class called Social Problems in the Media which is going to be a piece of cake as it is not anywhere near the difficulty level of the courses back at my home University. But in this class we get to do a presentation and I’m doing mine on, with two other girls, sports! And we can use any media forms to present sports and how people view them. Or something along those lines. I wanted to do sports considering how huge they are in the United States, especially football (which obviously is going on right now). And after Thursday, I have my lovely weekend until Monday when I have class at 1:10pm.

That weekend, I can’t remember what I did but I probably went to the Great Market Hall that is right next door to my University to get fresh vegetables, fruits, meat and bread. And after that I went back to the hostel to hang out with the people I know since there is a bar on the ground floor (hostel is on the second and third floor) and we can chat for quite a long time there without people being annoying.

Then the second week of classes came to be and I realized I really need to go about getting all my paperwork together so I can go to the Immigration office to apply for my Visa…which I need before thirty days. So I had to get some paperwork from the guy that’s between me and my landlord. I guess he would be called the property manager but in any case, he’s super nice and his wife is his partner in the business who is super nice as well (and they both speak lovely English, yay!). Then on Thursday, September 20^th, I finally was able to go to the Immigration office. And I can now officially compare it to the DMV back home in the states. Why? Because you get a number and then you have to wait forever until your turn. I waited for about two hours before my number was called and it only lasted for about ten minutes. Hah! Though I did get lost trying to find my way there but I did find the damn building. And now I have put in my Visa request and I will be sorely pissed if I’m not granted my Visa. But I have an appointment to go back on the 5^th of October and by god, I better have the damn thing. And then on the 21^st, I went to this exhibition called “The Invisible Exhibition” where one was able to experience the life of a blind person. It was very liberating and mind numbing to be able to understand how people who cannot see anything are able to live day by day and be able to do the things that people who sight take for granted. Like dodging people when you see them coming or moving out of the way of a bike when it’s coming straight towards you. There are just simple things that we people with sight take for granted. And if we ever lose it, it would take a very long time for us to adjust to being blind and knowing that being able to see is something of the past.

And then on the 22^nd, I went to a chocolate festival that was being held at the Buda castle and man, did I get some chocolate. I have about a year’s supply now…though I’m sure it will last me until Christmas *grins* It was a lot of fun and I still can’t believe how many booths there were selling chocolate of all varieties and how I really wanted to buy them all but obviously can’t considering that it would be extremely expensive. Haha But I had a ton of fun and now I’m happy to say my chocolate cravings will not expire for the whole time I’m here…as European chocolate (especially Belgian and Swiss) are freaking delicious!

Any who, that concludes my update on my life here in Budapest. For more detailed specific days and pictures, please check out my blogging website as that will help to clarify specific events. Like the bike tour, the exhibition and the chocolate festival. Plus little pictures here and there of other random things.

Blog: shadownitewolf.livejournal.com

Thanks for reading and hopefully the boredom bug hasn’t set in yet!

Cheers,

Melanie

Student at Corvinus, University of Budapest, Hungary

Friday, September 28, 2012

The Adventures Of A University Student

Budapest, Hungary: The Adventures of a University Student

by Melanie- Student at Corvinus, University of Budapest, Hungary

Part I

Starting on August 28^th, 2012, I left Sacramento, California and headed towards Budapest, Hungary where I will be studying for a school year. I flew from Sacramento to Washington D.C. and that was a very interesting flight because it is a four hour flight over the United States and I had a window seat…which was nice and the girl I was sitting next to was super nice but the guy at the end (sitting next to her) was kind of creepy and if I remember right, smelled. But besides that, I got an hour of sleep or so, so that was definitely a nice touch. Haha

And let’s see, oh! I arrived at Washington D.C. airport and waited for a couple hours but then learned that United was having issues with their computer system so had to wait another hour. And then finally, got onto the plane and was on my way to Budapest. The flight took about 8 hours and loved the people who were sitting next to me. I was sitting in one of the middle chairs as there were four people there. And on either side of us were two people (by the windows I mean). The person to my left was a girl who is teaching English in Turkey. She was a lot of fun to talk to and I definitely learned a lot about wanting to teach English. I have been thinking about going to a country to teach English but I’m not sure yet. Depends on how I feel after being abroad for a year without being able to be home and physically being around family and friends.

The guy to my immediate right was going to Florence (if I remember right) to study there for a year for his Masters in Architecture (or historical architecture or something like that). He was fun to talk with as well because I learned about what he wanted to do, where he wanted to work and what he was planning to do while being in Florence, France. And then the guy sitting next to him was going to Poland for three weeks…why? Working for the Department of Defense to dig up historical remains during WWII and there was something else as well but I can’t remember what all it was. It was really interesting to talk to him and made me want to work for the Department of Defense just to be able to travel…seriously. And everything is paid for.

So, after a long 8 hour flight, which I think I got like 3 or 4 hours of sleep, arrived in Munich, Germany with about two hours to wait until my flight to Budapest. It was really interesting because I didn’t have to fill any paperwork out or anything; just had to go through passport control and I was on my way to boarding the airplane. And that flight was only about an hour or so…hour and a half maybe? I don’t remember. It was a really long day. So I arrived in Budapest, Hungary August 29^th, 2012 at around 12:30pm. And then I had to wait for my luggage (one big ass bag), get a shuttle to my hostel and then go up two flights of stairs to the third floor (they call it the 2^nd floor since US 1^st floor is their ground floor. Yes confusing I know). So finally got settled in the hostel Casa de la Musica in an all 10 girls dorm…which sucked. I hated the hostel that first day because I was so new to the country and I really wanted to go home. That night I met up with the other student from my University and we talked about our fears and doubts which really did help me. We also had our first pizzas here which were alright. They weren’t bad or anything but definitely not the best that I’ve had here too. After that, went back to my hostel and was able to go to sleep (even if it was freaking hot). The next day I was able to move into a four, coed person’s dorm which made me happy as it was a lot better than living in a room with nine other women (who I seriously think were all younger than me). That morning, as I was eating breakfast (ate oatmeal that I had brought with me as I didn’t know where to go to get food yet), I met a guy from Germany and learned he was there on vacation with a friend. I also met three girls from France, one girl from Germany and another from Portugal that I hung out with a couple times and even went to my first club with (yes, I’m 23 and first time ever been to a club and since there was a bar there, second time ever been to a bar. Sad? Not for me haha).

Anyways on Thursday Aug. 30^th, the other person from my University and I went out exploring and I can’t for the life of me remember what we did. Ahaha And I think Friday night (can’t remember what I did during the day), I went out with the two German guys to a place where they wanted to eat something and I was able to get to know them better. They definitely were fun people to talk to and the younger one of the two was very entertaining and kept telling me all these random facts about Germany. Like the political situation and the red light district. Haha!

And then Saturday I was checking out an apartment to see if I wanted to rent that place but I didn’t like it. It was too small and there were some other things about it I also didn’t like. I was also going to go on a bike tour with the two German guys I befriended and one of the bar tenders from the hostel as she is a registered tour guide but then it started raining. So the three of them moved it until Monday which I was totally ok with. After that decision, the guys wanted to go to a mall so we walked to the mall and hung out there during the afternoon. It was a lot of fun even if it was muggy and sticky (damn humidity!). Then during that night, I went to dinner with the four girls and met a guy from Holland (who spoke English without any accent; weird!) and it was definitely an interesting adventure to say the least. Haha! After dinner, they wanted to go to a club (yes, the first one I ever been too) and so I just went with them as I have never been to one before and wondered. It was…definitely an interesting experience to say the least. I found out I like dancing to music where no one gives a shit that you can’t dance worth shit. Haha! Because there are other people just like you; sober and drunk. Didn’t so much like it because of the company but it wasn’t too bad. There were two other times after this that I liked better *nods head* Yup. Definitely a lot better. Had a couple hot guys to be around *waggles brows*

Any ways, that next Monday, September 3, I went on the bike tour to the Fisherman’s Bastion, Matthius church and Buda Castle which was a lot of fun, even if it was super warm and my back was sweating like crazy because I was carrying my back pack. But hey! A 1.5 liter of water is important! Oh..and I got to carry a bike up quite a few stair cases. Yes, that was loads of fun. And my butt hurt after sitting on the bike seat because I’m used to bikes with more cushion. But in the end, the tour guide was awesome (became friends with her and she’s helping me learn Hungarian and what not) and told us about a lot of history of the different places that we saw. Then…that night I had my first shot. Ever. It was of Palinka, famous Hungarian liquor that anyone coming to any part of Hungary has to try. Really. It’s awesome stuff. The next day though the two German guys left for home. I was kind of bummed but I met two French guys later that night who were staying in the same hostel room as me *waggles brows*

And let’s see, Tuesday I can’t remember what I did. I think I went out and bought a phone with the guy who came with me from my home university. And the two French guys left Wednesday morning but came back Thursday. And then Wednesday I got the SIM card that I can use here in Hungary and be able to call/text people here since the international rate for my phone from the states would be really, really expensive. And Wednesday afternoon, there was a tour of the Buda side that was put on by my school so it was kind of nice being able to meet other students from my school considering I had already heard about the information of the castle. Then Thursday night, I met a Spanish guy and a Canadian boy (I’ll call him a boy because he was only 21 haha) and along with the two French guys we went to a bar. And there I talked with the two French guys at the bar, Szimpla and then they wanted to move onto a club called Instant Club (the Spanish and Canadian guy went back to the hostel)…which I got to say was a lot more fun than the time I spent with the girls at the other club. I really did enjoy myself though as the night/morning wore on, the more tired I got and I wanted to come back to my apartment and sleep…And yes, I got an apartment Thursday and was I happy!

I am now living in my apartment and loving it.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Married To A Menage Queen

by Guiseppe Spalino

For those of you that don’t know, I happen to be the husband of Stephanie Williams, the author of many Interracial erotica books. And if you read a few of her blog posts, I am the inspiration or muse as you might say, to all of her heroes in those books.

Do I mind? No, as long as the hero is written in a positive light. LOL. But seriously, she has told me time and again that she gets inspiration from me, our relationship and the things we’ve been through over the past 25 plus years.

A few years ago, something new was put on the table. My wife decided, or should I say got interested in the threesome genre (Ménage a` trois), and the lifestyle. She asked one day: “Who are these people that participate in this?”

For those of you that already know I’ll retell the story. For those that don’t, sit back and relax.

She did some research some years ago by going to an adult book and video store. She wanted to really know the ins and outs of a threesome and try to understand the mindset and people involved. We went with a mutual friend of ours, a man I’ve know for over 35 years and I introduced him to Stephanie about the second year I knew her.

The trip was very interesting. She was embarrassed going there and wore dark glasses and headscarf which drew more attention to her. LOL.

She looked high and low for the dvds that she wanted. She had to have dvds that featured a black woman and two white men. My friend and I thought we would mess with her; it was too good to pass up.

The store clerk did find a few videos, but there were no documentaries about the ménage lifestlye. They were porno, plain and simple. Please don’t ask me the names, I couldn’t tell you with a gun to my head. I think she bought a few books on the subject matter too. Where they are now, I couldn’t tell you that either.

After she rented the vids and bought the books, we went to an all night diner. This is when my friend and I decided to really mess with her.

My friend made a pass at her, hinting heavily that she shouldn’t just rely on a video, that maybe he could help. I joined in this play too.

Stephanie’s face dropped. LOL

We could have let her off the hook, but we were having too much fun watching her get nervous. We literally continued this for weeks afterwards. She didn’t know if we where playing or not. Neither one of us physically did anything to her—at least not at the same time. WINK. But it was enough to confuse her and watch her squirm a bit.

Later, after we watched these bad films, read the books and messed with her some more, Stephanie started writing her first threesome story. She didn’t have a title yet and wasn’t sure if she was going to publish it. She said she was just dabbling in the genre.

I asked if I could help. She wondered how I could help since I never engaged in this lifestyle before. I told her she would be surprise how much I could contribute. Not only that, so could our mutual friend.

She never asked how. Not sure if she didn’t want to know the answer or not. So be it.

From then on, she picked our brains. Asking if this was right, would they feel this way or that. She did have a problem with position of body parts, since now there was an extra person in the relationship. We told her we could help her there too. WINK

I know a lot of you are asking if I’m jealous about the fact that my wife is writing all these threesome books.

No, I find it sexy. I’m sure you find that odd too. But let me explain.

I told you my wife uses me as her muse in all her stories. She also uses our mutual best friend. Since I know that when she writes a threesome book, she’s uses us as her inspiration, I don’t feel jealous at all.

To tell you the truth, both of us are usually standing behind her as she writes, giving her tips, from a male’s perspective of course.

She has written three threesome books so far and working on three others as of the writing of this post.

You still might find this strange. But if you knew the dynamics as you say of our relationship, you would see that it is very natural.

Has my wife taken her research a bit further than just picking our brains for information? That is something she would have to tell you. As for me, my lips are sealed on that one.

Let’s just say that since she’s been writing these kinds of stories our relationship is a lot more honest, happy, playful and we’re closer than ever.

Her one book is the closest thing to reflecting the dynamics of our relationship—ahem…the research part that is. The title is For Research Purposes Only. She is working on a sequel now. In fact, she held a contest for the readers to help her with ideas for the sequel.

For the book that closely resembles me in appearance, check out her story, It’s A Jungle Out There. In fact she did a blog post talking on that very subject. It was a 1Night Stand series: http://decadent1nightstand.blogspot.com/2011/05/finding-my-tarzan-or-where-do-i-get-my.html

To get in the mind of my wife on a more personal basis, go check out her blog. She updates it twice a month (or tries to), so keep going back to see what’s new in her life as a writer and what twisted things she has on her mind. She also has guest authors on there from time to time. Blog: http://missstephaniewilliams.blogspot.com/

Friday, June 8, 2012

Elderrion

I was surprised when they asked me to write this, I mean, my skills as a writer don’t stand out and the amount of works I made are few in numbers. Whatever, if they wish me to write a short text, then I might as well make one.

But… what to say? I’ve thought long and hard about this question and I do think I managed to answer that question with another: Why do I write?

That seems a decent subject to write about, doesn’t it? Why do I write?

In the beginning I wrote to entertain. I listened, no, I obeyed readers their wishes and wrote accordingly. No surprise that I myself didn’t like it. I stopped listening to the few readers I chose, for the most part anyway, and began to write in order to capture and draw out emotion. I wanted to put myself on paper and make people laugh or cry or anything really. I wanted the readers to feel more than sheer cold. I still do, by the way, and get Very happy when someone says he or she cried during a sad part of a story of mine, so far I’ve only heard it being said once though. You know who you are.

But something’s different now, I found a reoccurring theme in my works: death. I wanted to write down death and all its mysteries. I even tried to write about it without even realising.
I’ll admit I have a dear fondness for death and I personally wish to die, I even tried to take my own life on several occasions, needless to say they didn’t work.

My suicide period was in middle school, I tried to kill myself more times than you can imagine and those thoughts never completely left me, hell, I even have them while I write this. But there is one difference between now and then: I write now. My characters experience the death I so desire.
So, why do I write?

I write to summon emotion, I write to capture the essence of death but most importantly, I write so I can live.

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Friday, April 27, 2012

How I Write 'immortal' Characters

By Dano

My long-lived characters (because nothing except Gods are truly immortal and I won't write a God) have all been ordinary people. They are not kings or heroes or even particularly honorable, just people with simple goals, human failings, and several or more lifetimes of experience to draw from. Their minds have been exposed to multiple cultures for extended periods of time, and have integrated into them. Mostly however, through their own ingenuity, they have survived.

Vampires who murder, like Mundanes who murder, are generally caught. The difference is that a vampire won't get a fair trial. One has only to look at history to see this, as many corpses were dug up as lately as the nineteenth century and 'staked' into their coffins to keep them from wandering about at night. There was no more evidence against them than an outbreak of illness shortly after their death. Imagine if a tight knit society of that time were confronted with actual ex-sanguinated corpses, mass hysteria would have ensued. To survive any length of time they would have to have evaded detection throughout history, would remember, and probably would not change their habits quickly. Even in a modern, open society they would stay in the shadows.

A long lived character in any position of power would also be noticed after a few decades, let alone centuries, unless he changed identities. One has only to look at the likes of Dick Clark or George Burns to see this, Mr. Clark for his youthful appearance and Mr. Burns for his longevity. (Both men have sadly passed, but what's up with Bridgette Bardot?) They would not only have to integrate with changing societies, but remain transparent to them.

I accomplish this by placing my characters at the fringes of society where a little weirdness and changing identity would be overlooked. They have occupations that require travel, or anonymity, or both. In short, they appear as regular people with a few odd habits until you get to know them.

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Friday, April 20, 2012

I’m Tenaj and I live in RP World

How many of you have heard of my people…

the Mayans.

In today’s world the Mayan’s are hailed as one of the most advanced civilizations to have abruptly abandoned their lands. And if by some off chance you haven’t heard of us before, we are the ones that built the atomic clock predicting when the human race will cease to exist…December 21, 2012.

But I’m not like most from my lineage, my abilities go well beyond chiseling a calendar, building pyramids and offering up sacrifices. Unlike most Mayans I’m an extremely rare half breed. The spawn of an unworldly being and a Mayan slave girl, I was taken to the top of a pyramid where I was left as a sacrifice to the GODS. Saved by a great Mayan Priest who feared that the Mayan Warriors would surely put me to death if they ever learned of my survival, I was hidden away and raised in secret. It wasn’t until I reached adolescence that my eyes turned cerulean blue and I started to become aware of just how different from others I truly was. Realizing that I could no longer live amongst the Mayans for they would surely put me to death, I left in search of others like me – others with an inner power so strong that a mere glance could cause death. Although I appear to be in my twenties, I have traveled the world countless times throughout many centuries. Always alone, moving on as I watched those that I cared for perish.

Then by chance I came upon a place that I had never been to before. A world with no name and made the journey to the other side. The side of the omniverse where vamps, shifters, demons, gods, and zombies –just to name a few – roam around freely. There’s nowhere else in the ethereal or underworld where the imagination of so many talented storytellers come together and run wild to bring their human brethren stories of love, adventure and turmoil. If you’ve ever wanted to fall in love with a vampire, straddle the past and the future or root for the devil’s son then join us.

Whether you’re an avid reader, writer, or both…I’ll be waiting for you.

Friday, April 13, 2012

My Journey As A Writer
By Sapphire Lasair Criostal

I have always been interested in writing and when I first came to RPW, my writing skills, were I have to say almost non existent. I knew what I wanted to write but getting it down correctly was another matter entirely. When I first began to write my story, it was quite often a hit and miss affair, but the help and guidance I received from everyone within RPW was amazing. Slowly I began to grow, to expand as a writer and I became more confident in what I produced. Looking back over my story I can see how much I have grown, and I am now at the point where I feel confident enough to offer one of my stories for possible publishing. I am also moving into areas of writing that I would never have even considered a few months back. I can with honesty say that if it wasn't for RPW giving me the opportunity to join them, I wouldn't be where I am today.

I would like to pass on some advice I was given when I first joined RPW and was scared to write as I wasn't sure of my ability; Read..Read..Read. Read some of your favorite authors, see how they build their characters and stories. Use their words and ideas to help you create your own characters and weave your own stories, and before you know it you will be walking into a world where the only limit is your imagination...

Sapphire is a former character in the RP World line up who is currently writing the character story for publication. As soon as she has a book published we'll have her back to talk about it.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Always Something Happening

Have you checked us out yet? Don't be shy. We don't bite...much...and only if you ask. But stay away from the vampires and well anything else that haunts the night no telling what it may or may not do.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Seven Fingers Saga

Join us at RPW as the Seven Fingers takes us on their next adventure.

SEVEN FINGERS DOWN Wind, water, Steam and Steel. Sometimes the World is gentle, but not to us. We get to do the best we can with what we've got, so set sail with us on the Seven Fingers, if you dare.