For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative…

Undeniable, Foreign Sky
by Ms. Simon Zaepffel Levant

   Waiting alone in the room where Jacqueline had witnessed the apparition, with the remarkable rhythmic strumming of Howard’s guitar wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of Senator St. John, the only man she had ever really loved. He was now, according to Brother Michael, a prisoner in the very castle he had once owned.
   At long last came a flurry of activity, and she shut her eyes tight for one moment of silent prayer. He was here! “Without you I am nothing, my dewy, doll-faced delight!” he stated .
   It was then that the band began to play, and as the glow of renewed love gradually overcame her mounting desire for dinner, she realized that it was now only a matter of time before they would be feeding off of each other's precious bodily secretions.

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