[Cela sera ma première histoire en ligne. J'ai de très grandes difficultés à écrire en Français. Et espère par ce biais à m'améliorer. Tous commentaires ne peut qu'être que bénéfique pour moi. J'espère que vous apprécieriez cette histoire.] Yoshiharu se réveilla. Ces sens été engourdis (Où suis-je. Une forêt, mais j'étais chez moi ; il y a à peine une minut...
The night she arrived in Paris, before she unpacked a wilder, freer, dimension of herself, Daija had a dizzying notion: "What if he wasn't waiting, as promised, at the carousel on Quai Branly?" she mused. She shook off her doubt as easily as the fear that no longer imprisoned her, now that she had traveled across an ocean from repression. If his love proved...
- "What's wrong with our ramrods?" asked Langoret. - "Wood dries out. Eventually it grow brittle. If a soldier snaps or breaks her ramrod, she's disarmed herself. You should use iron." She nodded. Langoret would go away and think about what I'd said. She was a serious soldier, and devoted to her career. I was surprised to discover that she was only a few...
With barely a full company's worth of troops currently able to stand or bear arms, Rowan ordered the brave soldiers to take their rest and enjoy the fruits of victory. The Count declared a day of celebration in the town, and a great many wine and ale casks were breached. Some of the now veteran warriors found dalliance with the grateful townsfolk, or their f...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
All of the senior commanders of the New model Army were summoned to the Palace, for a formal presentation to the Royals. Tallia was included, and traveled with us. Countess Aneli met us there. The Queen was very gracious, though a bit distant again. She treated me like everyone else - so much for being 'almost family'. Maybe she didn't want to make her hus...
Agents of the Cardinal - Episode 1 How to meet a musketeer Louise was waiting for her opponent. The blonde girl was wearing a short black latex dress with a nice cleavage, short black latex gloves and knee high black leather boots. Her left hand was on the pommel of her rapier while her right one held a cigarette. The jardins du Luxembourg were not crowded...
I had an independent command. A regiment of my own. Countess Aneli was right: there was no shortage of recruits. After Tonol, and our victory parade, hundreds of women wanted to join up. Captain Chardeia, one of the Company Commanders, had distinguished herself at Tonol. With Aneli's approval, she was promoted to Major, and would act as my second-in-command...
It certainly looked like their whole army. There was nothing wrong with my eyesight; I identified ten separate regiments, each with their ox-drawn artillery, headed in our direction. There could easily be even more troops behind these. - "Fighting withdrawal." I told the Captain of the 1st. "Just as we practised." I turned and jogged to the rear. There w...