Rock Sugar Don't Stop The Sandman Novels & Stories

I whip my head from side to side as I hear a deep dark laugh coming from nowhere but all around at the same time. I still feel my skin itch as if someone's eyes are on me, watching me. A small tornado of sand starts to swirl in front of me, small at first then it starts to grow. I cover my eyes as the wind and sand picks up stinging my face, refusing to look away as a figure of a shadow man appears and the sand drops allowing me to drop my hands from my eyes.

She liked the way he will pushed her limits and made her forget everything. Zod stood and slowly peeled off his shirt, his scars catching the firelight. “If I’m going to help you,” he growled, “you’ll take everything I give you. No pleading. No mercy. You asked for me.” Sandra’s lips parted, her pupils wide, her whole body trembling as she nodded. “I don’t want mercy. I want you to make the storm stop.” He moved over her like a stormcloud descending, gathering her in his arms and laying her back on the bed. His hands were rough, his grip firm, nothing like the gentle touch of her previous lovers. Yet somehow, it was exactly what she craved.

The man gets knocked out and Sandy injects him with wolfsbane. "That went well," I comment. "Now what?"

Seeing this opportunity, Philip rushed forth. He grabbed the sandman's arm and twisted it violently. With a bang, Philip broke one of the sandman's arms, and sand scattered everywhere. “Behave!” Philip grabbed the sandman's other arm, pinned it on the ground, and knocked away the blade made of sand in his hand. Roar! The sandman roared, but Philip could not understand it, so he ignored it. After taking it down, the guy stopped struggling after a while, and Philip started talking.

“Just keep lighting until you are out. I’m almost done here anyway.” A matchstick is lit, and I catch a bit of blue scrubs behind the hand holding it. Not thinking too much of why a doctor is in my presence, I try under my drunken stupor to fathom what is happening. The man holds out an envelope, the same one I was handed to by the bartender. He shakes the dust off of it to his hand before blowing it to my face. Of course, they provoke the sneezes and a few coughs, probably making me high as well. “He fucking needs you. But without a functional body, he’d have to call quits in this little game he thinks he’s playing. Bat!” he orders, stretching out his hand for it.

Sandros ordered, sitting across from Olivon. Seeing the suitcase on his table, next to his drinks, Olivon’s eyes glowed mischievously, “You fulfilled your promise, Sandros.” he smiled, pushing the ladies away from him. The young girls whined, reaching for his arms, but Olivon ignored them anyway. He pulled the suitcase towards him and opened it, staring at the white powdery substance which costs a fortune, “Real.” Sandros crossed his legs and puffed out a smoky breath, “ I always keep to my promises.” A chilling glint flashed in his eyes as he leaned forward, “Now make sure you keep yours.” he smiled before walking away.

There, sprawled across the expensive velvet sofa, was Sandor. The room smelled like spilled whiskey and cigarettes. There were empty bottles littering the coffee table. Sandor was passed out, his head rolling to the side, a half-empty glass still clutched in his hand. He looked pathetic. He looked like a man who had given up. I grabbed him by the collar of his silk shirt and hauled him off the sofa. He hit the floor with a heavy thud, the glass shattering against the marble. “Where is she?” I roared, kicking him in the ribs to wake him up. “Sandor! Wake the fuck up!”

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He didn't understand at all. 'Probably tired? But is he more tired than me whose home got raided by a traitor and probably burned into ashes by now?' Shrugging, he introduced himself, "Just so we can officially be acquainted, my name is Samuel Lim." The boyish guy's eyes coldly glimmer a bit under the night sky when the stars peeked out of the clouds for a few seconds. "Yeah, hello. I'm Sandro Smith. But before anything else, let's just go and leave this place. Damn. You don't know how it's like to be everywhere against your will. I've been through that since this afternoon. I'm so tired that I just want to blow the whole world up with nukes."

Ian asked, sipping bourbon. “Hell yes, I am so old I didn't care if I’d die. I followed the mysterious sand that moved on its own to an abandoned warehouse. Staying outside, I heard noises coming from there. A place that looked abandoned with no one in there suddenly had men trooping out, I couldn't understand the magic.” Robert smoked out before looking into space. “Dark magic shit, they are using the sand to create an army.” I sat back taking my share of bourbon along.