The summer of 1977 has been a torrid one for the City of Houston, Texas. It was the Houston Oilers seventeenth season as members of the National Football League, and they weren't doing too well. U.S. President Jimmy Carter, a progressive and decent soul, tried to steer America on the right track, trying to heal a racially divided nation. The South is still b...
The National Association of Women University Deans Part I "I'm going to fuck the nigger," Prof. Sharon Vinchelle announced to her husband as she stood at the door of their study. Her husband, Jacques, looked up from the stack of essays he was grading, nodded imperceptibly, and returned to his work. His wife turned and repaired to their bedroom, where the te...
I try not to be too predictable. When you have a job like mine, it's best not to have a pattern. But I do manage to stop in at the Drug Store most days for coffee and to catch up on what is going on. Joyce always knows all the gossip in town. Joyce has been running the lunch counter here for 30 years. Try the tuna salad sandwich with a cup of tomato soup for...
Prelude to The Perfectly Imperfect Marriage: Until Death Do We Part or Divorce. A descriptive definition that contradicts itself, what is perfectly imperfect? We're all perfectly imperfect in one way or another, with some more and some less to some degree than others. No one and nothing is perfect. That's life and that's the problem with being human. We al...
The bodies on Bourbon Street droned in and out of each other's space in a mesmerizing dance of drunken celebration and awed wonder. Mostly masked, faces searched for the most intoxicating paths, the most stimulating sights. Emily, behind the safe harbor of her feathered mask smiled broadly and for the first time in years felt completely free to be that perso...
Tonight was the night. I was finally on vacation in North Carolina. I was away from the daily grind of my life for an entire week. I had left everything behind for some quality "me" time. I had made a vow to myself that before week's end I would hook up with at least one hot guy. But not just any hot guy, you see, but a NASCAR driver. I was in driver country...
(The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in December 1844—the antebellum South. It is a harvest celebration. The language used is authentically Southern from the time period. All of the characters mentioned herein are between 18 and 21 years of age. This is the second of a series of stories told from both the female and the male perspectives.) *...
In the eyes of most people, the world went to hell on January 17, 2017, when the zombie plague got unleashed and ninety percent of the human population turned into nightmarish ghouls hell-bent on eating the flesh of the other ten percent. For me, things went to hell long before that. It began exactly four years before the Big Event, in the City of Johannesbu...
robert was adjusting to his new station on life sitting at the feet of Chloe his former girlfriend and current Mistress and Owner, being exhibited naked, collared, and leashed at the numerous munches she took him to, relishing each and every humiliation her creativity could dish out. Under her cruel and yet compassionate tutelage, he came to crave every meas...
At some point in her writing career, nearly everyone tries a period piece. It can be near past or far, based on historical events or purely fictionalized, fantastic or mundane. In many cases, the only thing they have in common is being bad. This little how to, then, will give you some pointers from a history major and amateur historian on making your period...