Author: bensidorenko
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(Moonlighting) The Arcane – Chapter 5 – 4,650 words
(A/N): And with that, my first real romance story is complete! Thank you so much to everyone who has read along and reached out to me over this story. Although I can’t help but be a little underwhelmed by how this turned out, it’s the first step toward something great. i. Life went back to…
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(Moonlighting) The Arcane – Chapter 4 – 3,206 words
i. “Who did you leave with last night?” Vince had barely opened his eyes before Tim was already talking to him. He groaned in response, throwing his arms over his face. Wasn’t the point of sleeping to not feel tired? Tim nudged him. “Come on,” he said, “I get if you don’t want to hang…
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(Poems) – that’s not love – 127 words
being in love has always been a choice and you strayed at the first bump you left on a whim and an idea that’s not love – love is a place to grow it’s a journey with more than just ups it’s a beautiful thing with thorns it’s more than a hobby or a distraction…
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(Poems) – hope you’re okay – 111 words
sometimes at night, I wonder how she’s doing not the woman I have loved, but the one that I will not the woman who left, but the one that will stay — I wonder if she dreams like I do of sleepy mornings and warm kisses of soft cuddling and corny texting of stolen time…
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(Moonlighting) The Arcane – Chapter 3 – 3,659 words
([A/N}: This chapter is kind of the “bridge” between the first and second halves of this story, which is an okay excuse for why the tone is absolutely everywhere. For my first real romance story, I’m honestly surprised at how well this is going. Thank you for reading this far!) i. For the first time…
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(Moonlighting) The Arcane – Chapter 2 – 2,906 words
i. As it turned out, seeing Lenore every night wasn’t assured. Vince couldn’t find her at the library for three days after their talk in the staff room. He had been about to write her off as being bored of him when she reappeared the fourth night and came to him with coffee like nothing…
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(Moonlighting) The Arcane – Chapter 1 – 2,823 words
({A/N}: Moonlighting is a tab that contains all of my disconnected romance stories. They can be read in any order.) i. Vince didn’t even see her the first time he met her. Someone had shoved his shoulder and he jolted awake, staring around blearily at his surroundings. Northmoor University’s library was shrouded in darkness and…
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Playing for Keeps – 1,044 words
“Why did you come?” “You didn’t pick up the phone. I couldn’t just sit there.” Not even a whole minute earlier, Brian had answered the door to his apartment to Rachel, who had thrown her arms around him without a word. He just held her in the dark, tiny room that he called a living…
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Mercury Poisoning – 2,494 words
Safa Kouri was the first one into the site, as always. The rest of the team held the rope that was secured firmly into her harness and slowly lowered her through the dusty, narrow pit in the rock. The brilliance of the sun on the desert became a distant memory in the darkness of the…
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Bloodletter – 6,277 words
({A/N}: This is a rough draft that captures a part of a larger world that I had intended to write a multi-chapter story about, but it didn’t quite pan out. This story gives an introduction to a couple characters while featuring the magic of Bloodletting most prominently. If I end up writing three or four…
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 6 – Sunset – 6,693 words
When Semt opened his eyes the next morning, back aching from the tight, cheap cot, he barely had time to shake off the grogginess before Dae kissed him. Morning breath or not, her kisses were like coming home and he relaxed into it. She laid back down beside him, head on his chest. “I love…
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(Video) – Sounds of Life
Here is a collection of videos I’ve been collecting over the past few years. Relax, lay back, and make sure your sound is on.
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(The Returned Dead) Chapter 5 – Vessels – 5,296 words
It was the Well in his chest that woke him up. Semt’s eyes opened to the darkness of one of the Graveyard’s barracks. Dae was curled around him, her legs intertwined with his own, her head on his chest. Beneath the threadbare blankets, the warm press of her body was welcome. Asleep, the previous day’s…
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