" If you lift a hand to my women it had better be to tip your hat." Note: CONVERSATIONS WITH A MAGE parallels the CARTER BROTHERS series. Pat DeVallera has retired from the New Orleans Police Department and convinced Lucius Carter and Lucius' wife Astrid to tell him the truth about the magic and supernatural events that surrounded the Carters in the Twentie...
Author's note; and explanation. This short story is really the end of the "Ron and Kelly" series, and in order for it to be meaningful you really need to read "Best Friend Ever! Christmas Ch. 02", also by me (Tomcatfive). Of course there is also a chapter one, and a preceding series of stories under the title "Best Neighbor Ever!". This chapter is very short...
copyright 2012 by Madengineer3 "Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad" (Latin: Quem deus vult perdere, dementat prius) "Mills of the Gods, Grind exceedingly slow, But grind exceedingly fine.", attributed to Euripides * Chad was sort of a useless human being. Unfortunately not only was he a miserable person but he had wealth and position that...
I was pulling in the air sharply between my teeth. I rubbed my black gloved hand together swiftly. The thick, puffy police jacket was cozy warm, yet the winter air pulled on the fringes of my body: Up the pant sleeve and every strip of skin on the face that wasn't covered by the scarf. I let the air out into a big puffy cloud f vapor in the pitch black night...
Eric Johannsen lived in a penthouse in the Buckhead area of Atlanta. It was not an overly tall building, but it was convenient and he liked it. There were two floors that he owned at the top that were solely for him, his family, and a few friends. He had two grown sons who occasionally stayed there, both of whom were involved in the family business. He had a...
The snow was accumulating with serious attitude on my windshield as I waited on Katrina to arrive. Katrina was my oldest friend from school. She was in town over the holiday to spend time with her family. I was her last visit before she hit the road. She was driving to home to New York City to finalize her divorce. I thought that was a heck of way to spend t...
The days of empowered women are long gone. There was a time when women fought to have their voices heard, demanded to be treated as equals and not as objects, a time when feminist wasn't a dirty word and meant more than "angry lesbian." Those days are long gone. Today, women live to be the voiceless, un-opinionated, glamorous playthings of rich, high-profile...
I Derwent Dashwood, 23th Baron le Despencer by line, retired Adjutant General, ranking member of Brooks Gentleman's Club and undisputed High Priest of the latest reincarnation of the Hellfire Club raise my arms and am unquestioningly awarded silence. Surveying the half-moon gathering of now naked acolytes it is difficult to remember that but a few minutes ag...
I looked out the window. Damn, there was a lot of snow out there! My favorite weather man, the tall, sexy one on channel seven, had said that we would wake up to about three or four inches of snow. By my estimate, looking at the snowbank that had formerly been my car, we had over twice that. And the snow showed no signs of stopping. No point getting out of...
Though I hadn't entered and knew nothing about it, I apparently won the competition. I was embarrassed. My wife, Trixibell, had entered for me; she used my name and everything. The entry was based on my farming activities and she used all the fancy language. "Conserving Soil Carbon" she called it and she described my efforts to compost. I just wanted the cow...