The summer between my second and third years at the university I lived at home and delivered newspapers on the outskirts of the large city of Overbrook. It was hard work getting up at three despite the weather. We all gathered at an all night grocery to fold the papers and load our cars. Every morning it was the same routine. Occasionally the truck that brou...
I met Lynn ten years ago when I decided to join a transplant recipients support group. At the time, I felt the need to be with others who had gone through the same thing as I did in March of 1984. My remaining kidney had stopped functioning in November of 1983 and after four months of dialysis, my brother volunteered to give me one of his. I also felt that I...
To many it sounds weird enough to wonder if I tick right. But I’m not crazy, nor incurably deviant. Yet, every time I see a woman with one leg, I’m captured by a gush of strange excitement. The motion of a body with a leg missing is quite simply a mesmerizing sight for me. So much, that I even find it attractive to see a man with one leg, even when I conside...
It had been a year since Surgeons had removed Fern's left leg just a few inches below her hip. She was now very adept and comfortable with her one leggededness and she and her husband Don had grown to enjoy the difference from other couples that they shared. Both had grown to agree that the loss of Fern's leg was tragic and sad but that it wasn't as much of...
Year 2183 of the Empire (since Foundation Year) Year 979 of the Third Era of Empire (Dragonheart Line) Martis, the thirteenth day of First Seed Mid-morning The number thirteen has always been considered an unlucky number, and to a superstitious sailor, extra prayers are sent to every god imaginable to keep a sailor safe whenever the date turns thirte...
About a dozen cars parked along the beach road. White sand dunes stretched in a long row, like large breasts on women sleeping next to each other on their backs, shielding the view of the turquoise ocean. The day was warm and the sky devoid of clouds. No wind blew across the calm waters as they gently lapped against the shore. A pale skinned woman wearing on...
Waking up this morning I bet you didn’t know it would be the last day you spent here on earth. Climbing out of bed you hit the alarm clock for the third time, you can’t quite place what is wrong, you just can’t seem to get out of bed. Getting ready for work is more of a chore than usual. For whatever reason nothing seems to want to cooperate. Your shower hea...
This was the first story I wrote and I'm very sorry for all the errors. Bad writing, bad story. But hey, at least it's free -EnvyWest _____ 200 years ago, in the age of enlightenment, men found out that women have no soul. It made men believe women are nothing more than things to be owned. Stealing or damaging any owned woman is still illegal, but it is seen...
In this world, various traits and rights of a person can be sold at a public market, and are then taken away from that person until and unless they can buy them back. It sounds weird but if you read the story you'll get the hang of it. Their mother wouldn't let them come along for the actual bargaining. She was afraid it would be too stressful. So the three...
Chapter 9 – The Inquest On the way to the Inquest Chamber, Emma adjusted her step to accommodate the chain connecting her ankles. The chain tinkled musically on the floor as she walked. Hans held the handle to her leash loosely in his left hand, and she walked closely behind him, like a dog walking to heel. They left the building through a pair of swing do...