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A Lust of an Elven Chance
A Lust of an Elven Chance
A Lust of an Elven Chance
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A Lust of an Elven Chance

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Two elves at the beach. A grandson compelled to face the orc menace. A grandfather determined his grandson do so.

Yet when that very same grandson encounters the unexpected. What no one in recorded history encountered for thousands of years. Or survived to tell of it.

Will he?

Enjoy this paranormal short story and experience the beach battle of a lifetime!

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 13, 2020
ISBN9781386855453
A Lust of an Elven Chance
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Jonathan Evan Hudson

Widely traveled, Jonathan Evan Hudson spends as much time studying life as he does writing gripping tales of fantastic adventures. From the giant redwoods of California to the deserts of Israel, his thrilling stories all draw on first-hand experiences and expand them with the fantastic and his acclaimed creativity.

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    A Lust of an Elven Chance - Jonathan Evan Hudson

    A Lust of an Elven Chance

    A LUST OF AN ELVEN CHANCE

    A PARANORMAL SHORT STORY

    JONATHAN EVAN HUDSON

    SWORDPULP STUDIOS

    CONTENTS

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    About the Author

    Modern Fantasies by Jonathan Evan Hudson

    CHAPTER ONE

    Archer wore a I-heart-Wieners tee with a big fat hot dog on a toasted bun with mustard and smothered with sauerkraut, with the classic I-heart stuff plaster huge on a snow show-any-and-all-stain white shirt.

    No wonder he felt like a self-conscious prick.

    Of course, that was the whole point.

    And the same stinking reason he had to wear ruby swim trunks too, and not just because he was at the Jersey Shore, but because only a dozen or couple up the white sandy beach was gramps under a colorful umbrella, seated in his usual red plastic throne of a beach chair, and savoring the fact despite being more wrinkled than a bleached prude, he was still built like a burly dwarf with the stubborn determination that his grandson wouldn’t blah blah blah no defy gramps because gramps height … very

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