This is a prologue to a sci-fi story called "The Donation". It is meant as a dystopia. Do not read this prologue or the following chapters, if you can not handle stories about a patriarchal regime. "The Gender Reconstruction Act was narrowly approved today. All remaining women's rights have been revoked. Leading feminist protesters were arrested today, on c...
We never did find out exactly who was behind the virus. That sounds pretty paranoid but some CDC experts lived long enough to isolate it and discovered that it was incredibly small, even for a virus, because it had absolutely no junk DNA. It was actually so small that it could get through anything short of a vacuum chamber, and even then you had to be smart...
He ignored her the next time came around to help Cyril. It hurt, but she understood. He'd tried to do something nice for her and she'd just written herself off, as if he wasn't even around. He deserved better. On Thursday a few royalties hit her account. It added up to the better part of three grand, so she figured she'd do the right thing and go and see h...
I was helping my mother clear out my grandmother's house after her funeral. We had taken all of her clothes and furniture that we didn't want to the Salvation Army recycle store and were cleaning through in preparation for me to move in. It was her wish that I should live here as I was her favourite and it was convenient for my work. It was a small by toda...
There wasn't a cloud in the early spring sky and the groundskeepers had the grass long, thick and green in anticipation of the day's expected onslaught of 30,000 people. "What a perfect day for the Easter Egg Roll," Jake thought, as he and Catherine carefully made their way across the White House lawn. Jake had been apprehensive about Catherine's safety am...
I never know where to post these stories. Mine usually fit in three or four subject matters. I want to thank my editors, 'LadyCibelle' and 'Techsan' for their making my stories easier to read. * I was sitting at one of my old watering holes, drinking with a few friends talking about our lives. I was having ginger ale, while my buddies drank beer. I had a k...
"I know how to do it!" Jaden spat at Tristan. He slowly backed off "Babe I was only trying to help." he said "OK great, but I have it." came her moody reply. Tristan backed out of the kitchen, he was only trying to help her open a can of tomato sauce. He assumed all the problems with Alicia and Dan had her in a mood. But she was really getting irritate...
Jezebel leaned back against the mounds of frilly pillows on the massive bead, a plate of tiny finger cakes glazed in a rich strawberry sauce lay next to her on a large silver platter. a tall glass of ice cold milk on the night stand next to her and a book in her hands. Beatrix had recommended she try reading a book to help her relax and she sent her favorite...
Faith, as has been said, is a funny thing. Many people say that my religion is sexist, that it oppresses women, and all that shit. Well, they're right, and they're also wrong. The religion of Islam doesn't oppress women. Insecure Muslim men use the religion of Islam to oppress misinformed women who lacks the brains and guts to speak up for themselves. My nam...
I lay on the rooftop of the teeny little house I had been shadowing for so long. The sun had just gone down and night graced itself with the usual chills and starry beauty. James and Len. They'd been in there since early that morning with their newborn, Sierra. A pretty little girl she was, but not nearly as pretty as mine would have been. I sat up, starin...