NB: All characters and reference to real places and historical names are meant to be used in purely fictitious ways. This is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any person alive or dead. Prologue Legend tells of the Florentine poet, Dante Alighieri whose love for Beatrice led him on a spiritual journey to help him see the errors of his way. His...
This is actually the first short story I completed. It was my baby so I was reluctant to throw it out into the cold, cruel world. It's been fussed over repeatedly. Like every good parent, I know I have to let it go out on its own. So, here it is. Please treat it kindly. * The feeling of dread was nearly overwhelming. Sticking his toes over the brink of a b...
Chapter 6 Question and Answer True to his word, Ian left with Isabelle the next morning. The only redeeming factor in the whole incident with his father and Isabelle was that it triggered a memory of a secret cubby behind the shelves with the skulls. Simon had been ecstatic. Here were the books that he had been looking for; five of them. This would jumpstar...
I heard her distinctive engine note coming down the street: Cassie was home for the summer. This would quite likely be her last summer in her hometown, for she had one final year of college remaining. She was strongly considering grad school -- at least, that had been the plan when she had come home during Spring Break -- so perhaps she might be around nex...
Ms Ariel Hewitt had divorced her husband not three years past. From it she prospered greatly, the estate, most of his fortune, and a three mile restraining order against him. At thirty-one she now found herself in a position from which she would never have to work again. This did, however lead to some loneliness on her part. Despite her full 5'7 frame, flow...
Chapter 03: "Emergence" Benita woke up and yawned as the morning sun filtered in through the blinds of Carmen's bedroom window. Benita was sleeping in Carmen's bed with Carmen as she had done when she had fallen asleep. As she woke up, Benita knew that she was not in the same position she had been when she went to sleep. Benita had made sure to sleep on h...
My name is Balsam Al-Wahid. And once upon a time, that was all I could tell you about myself. Not anymore. Today, I must reveal myself to the world. I am the daughter of two worlds, though I was born and raised in the City of Ramallah in the Nation of Palestine, the most troubled region of the Arab world. My father Mahmoud Al-Wahid is Palestinian and my moth...
Author's Note: Welcome to the seventh chapter of the "true" story of Xena and Gabrielle. You will find this section extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another and having kinky sex is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, ye...
Until the middle of May of my freshman year, I attended classes at the University of North Texas (UNT). Partying consumed more time than studying, and my grades weren't good. As a result, the Dean put me on probation the next semester. When classes ended, I hitch-hiked to Oklahoma City, it wasn't one of the most intelligent things I ever did. I was 25 years...
NOTE: I wrote this story in 2007. The ages reflect this. *** When I went to bed the night of my birthday, I was as happy as I'd ever been. The girl of my dreams was now the lady in my life, and I wanted to make sure it stayed that way. She was even giving serious thought to having my child, which was more than I had dared to dream with any other woman sinc...