Smiling with utmost satisfaction, I licked my lips, tasting the last droplets of Esther Rosenberg's blood before dropping her corpse unceremoniously on the ground. At last, the Huntress is no more. And vampires and Hunters far and wide will know that I, Hanna Ismail is the one who brought her down. I looked at Esther Rosenberg one last time before disposing...
He wanted them to marry but she was doubtful. This story is entirely fictional. Tom Cassavettes was sprawled in a canvas chair reading the book list of the university course he was about to attend. The afternoon sun was hot and the air was humid enough to be stirred with a spoon when his thoughts were disturbed by a shrill voice. He followed the sound an...
He takes his first steps in NY as he gets off the plane. The ride was smooth, such a good pilot. His intentions were to sleep the whole way from Arizona. But with knots in his stomach and his imagination going crazy, he eyes did not sleep. More, his brain was in over overdrive thinking of this adventure in New York he is going to have. Bill she be everything...
************** The Harrier was dying. Shrapnel from a rocket propelled grenade had entered the inlet of the Rolls Royce Pegasus engine and broken a turbine blade, starting a chain reaction breaking further blades, the jet engine was tearing it self to pieces. Warning lights and audible sirens were filling the cockpit. A moment off panic had passed throug...
This happened in Sharjah. Those of you who stay or have stayed in Sharjah know about the little slips of paper which are inserted through the front door of your apartment with the mobile numbers of housemaids written on them. One Saturday morning, I decided to try one of those numbers. A young female voice answered the call. She asked for my address and I...
Hey, there. My name is Zachary Etienne. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, to Haitian immigrant parents. I lived a fairly normal life in my hometown, enrolling at McGill University to study Criminology and living it up on weekends like everybody in the town of Montreal. I was twenty years old when the Zombie Plague hit. I mean, at first...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly and the Pirates" ***** A warm, gentle breeze blew across Jilnar Jardaly's sexy bikini-clad body, caressing her completely hairless skin, which was as smooth as silk and as gold as honey. She loved nothing more...
Sitting on the park bench, I patiently waited for my quarry. The Commerce Court West building, one of the tallest buildings in Toronto's Financial District glitters in the distance. I know for a fact that it houses several law firms, mega-corporations and the offices of at least one billionaire. It's where my prey works. Today's target is Jonathan Wendell,...
"Die, you filthy blood sucker, Seed of Shaitan," screamed the East African villager, right before he and his confederates, a mob of unruly bozos, drove a foot-long wooden spike through my heart. It's a good thing that a lot of people buy into the myths about stakes through the heart ending a Vampire's existence, because, well, obviously I lived to tell the t...
I am Sally. Where do I begin? This is an account of 6 months of my life which I can never tell the truth about. It happened 18 months ago and started with me reading an advert in a national newspaper looking for English teachers to work in Bahrain. Having been a teacher in the UK for 20 years I had got stalled off with the job and desperately wanted to do so...