This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may in...
Well I have to say that I am overwhelmed at such a response! I am still a little hesitant about sharing a story such as this because it is very personal and dark but I have received nothing but warm words from you all and I am so very glad that it has helped some of who have been through a life like mine and have arrived on the other side full of scars and b...
It consumed me. An unwelcome but constant companion, I could not shake the gut-wrenching despair. Everything they say about your first love is true. Even though I accepted her decision, I was devastated when my girlfriend said she wanted to see other guys. My relationship with Cindy was deep, passionate, and meaningful. I loved her and these ensuing months h...
Go through downtown in any major city and you see them, those glass boxes. They are the modern cathedrals to capitalism where investment banks, law firms, corporate headquarters and the like tower over the rest of their respective communities, lording their strength and influence. Interesting that they are called glass boxes since one ordinarily associates g...
Although Danny saw it in him, he'd refused to believe it, until now. He drove his car, trying not to think. The streets were almost deserted, because of the weather and the hour, the snow muffling the noises of the world, making it seem as though he had somehow entered a strange, new world. He had, in a way. He'd come from the farm for University, the only...
I lay, panting, on the sandbar amidst a sea of similarly wet and miserable, yet grateful still to be breathing, passengers and crew members and watched the pride of the Dutch nation, the greatest ship ever afloat up to the first quarter of the seventieth century, list over and go onto its side on the sand bar. At high tide it surely would slip under the wave...
Paulo was sweating when he placed the listening piece of the telephone back in its cradle. He mopped his brow and loosened the cravat that now seemed to be choking him. He rose and moved to the window wall of his office that looked down into the assembly line factory floor where his firm, what very soon would be his firm, made the sleekest of horseless carri...
"I'll get it! I'll get it!" Four year-old Lola called as she raced towards the ringing phone. "No! I'll get it. I'll get it!" Lilly contradicted, her little legs working as fast as they could to catch up to her twin. "Girls. Please. Settle down! Jon, can you get the phone?" Sarah begged, her hands sticky with the dough she was kneading. "Sure." Jonatha...
Its' pitch was grating but musical and, despite the increasing volume of pain weaving through it, the sound just barely managed to drag me from unconsciousness. That sound, that awful sound so full of agony and anger, flung itself into the air where it hung suspended for a time, stubbornly refusing to die until it had permeated every corner of the earth. Whe...
JANUARY 14th I wasn't sure how I feel about all of this. When my landlord told me we'd be getting a new inhabitant to our shared accommodation house in the new year, I was, in honestly, indifferent to the notion. We already have Sugar Si (named so because of his sweet nature), fat Clair (named so because she's fat), and Ethan (named so because his name is...