I awakened before dawn after a deep sleep, feeling refreshed for the first time in weeks. A quality sleep if not a large quantity rest. The sheets were damp, and I threw them into the laundry pile immediately. It was earlier than my usual wake up time, so went over to my window to sit and listen to the sounds of predawn. A rare passing car, a hint of breeze,...
Judith flailed wildly as she was dragged further and further down into the choking blackness. It was like being enveloped in tar - thick, hot, and putrid. She didn't dare to open her mouth for fear that the inky darkness would rush into her throat and cut off her ability to breathe. Celerity slashed back and forth, yet seemed to do nothing to the cloying voi...
Lissa looked at the ad in dismay but it was the last job offering at the college for summer jobs at the expensive private school she attended. Lissa did not like children and dressing up as an Easter bunny was up there on her top ten of things she didn't want to do ever. The museum of culture and science was probably having another stupid egg hunt. Even so t...
PART TWO - CAMBRIDGE - 5 - Gabe knocked on the door marked "Professor Robert White, Dr. Raymond Gerard -- Classics", and listened for an answer. He heard nothing from inside the office. It was already late in the afternoon of what had seemed a long day. That morning he had been in London retracing his steps on the day of the murder, going back to the Natio...
Being a being of unlimited power was so.. so boring. Thanks to the rules of the universe, there was unfortunately not much you do to keep yourself entertained. You had a fun time watching being's but they only could keep your attention for a short time. You would something times make a small little alternate universe but that could only be done for a limited...
©2008 by Adrian Leverkuhn (Note: The first part of the Sonata appeared under the title "Woman in Chains"; the second part as "The Stones of Years".) * Chapter II At times it felt like a fever. Hot and close, like death stalking. Then the music would come. Out of the light and into her hands. She could not stop it, she could not control it; the music p...
“Wake up swine!” You hear a cruel female voice command as cold water drenches your face shocking you into consciousness. You try to wipe away the water, but your hands and ankles are firmly bound. Shaking your head and blinking your eyes you slowly begin to regain focus, coming out of a drugged like state. Your mind races trying to remember and process your...
We were married ten years ago when we were both 20 years old, but our love and physical desire for each other is still fresh and has never been stronger. John and I were born and raised in the deep south in upper middle class families. We both had the same ingrained discriminatory attitudes and never associated with anyone other than similar white friends. O...
Maria looked up at the big gates of the museum and felt like crying. There really was no way out. She would have to wait until daybreak, which was hours and hours away. Maria wondered despondently what time the museum would open. Maybe the cleaners would arrive at 5am, she thought, but that was still a long way away. And what about Tony, her husband? He prob...
Chapter 8: Don't Touch We loved Rome. George made us take the historic tour first; the Ancient Romans sure did build a lot of stuff that fell apart. We also ate some great food and drank lots of wine. I took twenty pictures of her making faces in front of Roman fountains and statues. Then we went to the Spanish Stairs, which apparently is like the ass pinc...