June, 1940, Blaye-et-Sainte-Luce, France Henri noticed how quiet the square was as he left the bakery shop with the piles of baguettes under his arm to be delivered around the village. Was this the day, he wondered. The Germans would enter the town to occupy it any day now. Their month-long movement was just about to reach the Bordeaux region, arriving in h...
Sunday, 2 April 1865, Richmond, Virginia The nine-block walk west along East Broad Street from the First African Church at the corner of College and East Broad was strangely bustling this Sunday morning at 9:00 a.m. The previous Sunday had been quiet at this time. In fact, Temple's, where Eaton Matthews lived and worked, at Grace and 4th Street, had existed...
Serquet, the high priest of the temple of the vulture goddess Nekhbet, showed no surprise as the guards of King Min of the upper river Kingdom of Nekhen filed into and along the walls of the temple throne room, a chamber that could be violated by none but the temple's priests during times of ritual. Serquet had already become aware that there would be a ritu...
This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex. CHAPTER 6 -- The escape "Rulf! Over here!" the soldier shouts. Vernon and Bain sit naked on the ground looking up at one of...
Something was pulling on my hair, shaking my head. In my dreamy, sleep-induced stupor, I imagined a super-huge dragon fly had landed on my head, and was clutching at my hair, trying to pick me up and fly away with me. Then I heard his voice shouting in my ear, and I was wide awake; a chill ran down my spine as I abruptly remembered where I was. In the dark...
It was one of those damp cold dreary evenings that Britons know to be so frequent in their early winter, when Floin was escorted from training camp common barracks to the Spartan but warm hut of the training commander. He had been complimented well for so quickly taking to the soldierly arts. He hoped that this would be the night that he would be paired off...
It was a fairly easy two-day march north from Lüneburg to Hamburg, one of the major seaports on the North Sea of the former Hanseatic League, which had maintained its importance even while the inland Hanseatic cities declined. Antwerp had lost prominence when its access to the sea, via the River Scheldt, had been closed down by a war treaty. Amsterdam simila...
Zayd again...using my mouth for his pleasure. I have grown so lonely in my solitary confinement I look forward to his visits...in fact, I don't know how or why, but I have developed an uncanny sense for anticipating his arrival. Every morning I awake seconds before I hear the door creak open. I am already on my knees, back straight, head held high, when he...
Tonight was one of those nights that in the past few months Second Lieutenant Theodore Stevenson had come to describe as quiet: although when was it ever truly quiet on the Western Front? He could still hear the spasmodic rat-a-tat of distant machine gun fire; the occasional whoosh of a sniper's bullet; and the muffled screams of agony and despair from a lon...
It was a day that changed history when I finally was passed through the lines and stood before the chamberlain of King Claude in the castle keep of St. Jerome's. The battle had just been won, the castle within a half hour of final capitulation. Soldiers, sweating and running in blood themselves, were still walking among the vanquished laying about where they...