In the garden of the manor, a fairy made of marble reaches for an absent hand. Her white, stone form is poised gracefully in a frozen gesture. Impossible insect wings sprout from her back, seeming like delicate flimsy things. Her details have been carefully etched, some inlaid with silver. It is minutes after midnight. The sky is lit by a waning gibbous eye...
This particular Saturday morning started mundanely enough, it was Fall in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Covid scares or not, Kenneth Woodson got ready for church, like any prim and proper Seventh-Day Adventist. Born in the environs of Thunder Bay, Ontario, to a Jamaican immigrant father, Louis Woodson, and an Ojibwe First Nations mother, Janet Mason, Kenneth...
PRELUDE TO A FEVER DREAM You are Aldous Huckleberry, a 51-year old Chief Editor at the i-Ballz Social Media News Division, European branch. You kinda wish you weren't. First off, you'd always resented your parents for giving you such a stupid, dumbshit name. The least your father could have done was change his last name while it was still legal, or at least...
Today was my last day as a free man. Starting tomorrow, I am embarking on a new journey: a journey that will neither be short, nor easy. It is going to be full of challenges. What lies ahead of me, you might ask? It's a journey of servitude, hard work, strict limitations, obedience, and dedication. All in the name of my Queen, the amazing Goddess Leah Quinn!...
Of all the three holes Master could and would penetrate, Master had said His absolute favourite was the mouth. A human mouth is designed for survival. Food, water, even sometimes air enters the body via the mouth. It is a means of verbal communication; something that makes human beings the most superior creatures on Earth. For Amber though, her mouth had a f...
Just like every weekend, you, together with your college buds Jacob and Adrian, spend your evening in the local Irish pub and empty your fifth Guinness. Since all three of you had just turned 21, there barely had been a Saturday without alcohol being involved in some way or other. You are well into your weekly routine, usually followed by Jacob‘s and Adrian‘...
Prologue A cold light appeared all of a sudden along with the sound of flesh being pierced. Blood. Bright red blood was splashed among the marble floor and stained the bearskin rug. Behind the splash of blood stood a gorgeous woman, holding a silver butter knife in her hand. She stared manic at the enemies that she slaughtered. The woman was in a long evenin...
Chapter 1—Death's Call March 7, 1819 Yet died he by a stranger's hand,And stranger in his native land;"The Giaour" by Lord Byron His skin was almost as pale as mine, except he had blue veins running full of blood beneath his flesh. I could not have known if he actually thought of me as corporeal or as a malady of his senses. Regardless, we had spoken at l...
Ahhh, Christmastime at the underwear store... Make sure you read all the Holiday Contest entries and vote on your favorites! * * * There's nothing quite like driving along the sea on a nice, warm day, windows down, smelling the salt and letting the sandy sun soak into the car, driving out the smells of stale coffee and old fast-food wrappers. Today was a...
"Come on. Tell me!" "Nooo," April whined as she walked past me, leafing through the plastic wrapped costumes hanging from the wall. "And stop asking me." "Fine," I conceded, turning back and selecting a skimpy school girl outfit from a nearby rack. "How about this one?" "Ummm," she said, eyeing my chosen costume with sceptical reluctance. "That's a litt...