Author's notes: Okay, if you read chapter 1 of this story you're probably confused as to why there's now a prologue, or maybe not. This story had a prologue when I originally started it over a year ago. Then a friend of mine only wanted an excerpt to review so I sent them chapter 1. When I finally figured out that I posted it without the prologue I went back...
Isolde becomes a Holy Vessel for the Goddess I became a High Priestess of Astarte's temple. Astarte was the Mother Goddess of Heaven, a Goddess of Fertility and Sacred Sex. Sacrifices were made to her every year in the Summer-time, to ensure that the River Nile flowed and fertilized the crops that the farmers planted. Ramses was determined to be the greates...
Kim Sawyer cursed silently as she stubbed her foot against the packing crate in the dimly lit basement. Kim, a twenty-two-year old graduate student in archeology, had been assigned to inventory what seemed like an endless number of old field study boxes in the basement of the ancient Natural Sciences building in preparation for their movement to the new Scie...
((As my maiden voyage into writing, this was fun for the time, but practically, I consider this story abandoned. I don't plan to add any more to it. Thanks to those of you who did read it! If you are interested in adopting this story, please contact me and I'll be happy to add you as an author, at which point you can make whatever edits or changes you please...
Mom met me at the airport and this was just the first of several surprises I received during my short visit to the old homestead. I knew that mom neither drove nor did she even have a car so, she must have taken a cab to the airport and cab fare was never cheap. I obliquely raised the subject during the ride back to the city. "Hey mom, you're living the lif...
Egypt, 7000 B.C. The sun rose over the land of Egypt. The tribe was moving along the banks of the Nile. They were looking for food. Five hundred men, women and children marching under the scorching african sun. They walked around. It was a real hot day, even for this part of the world. The sun shone really bright and all. This nomadic tribe was known as t...
Before I continue writing I just wanted to thank those of you who posted comments on the last four chapters. I appreciate both thanks and suggestions and will try my best to implement them (the suggestions). Please continue reading and sending feedback, the more I receive the more I write... ...And now please enjoy the fifth and final chapter of Tomb Raider...
"Today's the day," Jabir Osman said to himself as he leaned on his cane while walking to the Notre Dame Cemetery in Vanier, Ontario. After getting off the bus, he walked the few blocks to the cemetery at a slow pace, holding the flowers he'd purchased at a small floral shop in neighboring Beech Wood. It was a bright sunny day, and a bit cold. The seventh of...
"The road to Hell is paved with good intentions..." Chapter 1 At the beginning of Creation, the Creator came into being. She was made from the Great Nothingne and inherited all of her father's abilities. The Great Nothingness couldn't be in this world with his daughter, the Creator, so he took himself to the world of Nothing. The Creator was heartbroken by...
"It seems very quiet this morning," Mimas, the lead centaur and chief of Olympian guards, said as he clopped forward on the front lawn of Zeus and Hera's palace. Gripping his spear tightly in his hands, he looked out warily at the gorgeous view from the citadel and carefully studied the vista for any signs of trouble. The serene peaks of Mount Olympus were c...