Caesar* Her scratches were infected, but worse infected with a werewolves saliva. This often was not a good outcome for small humans with their weaknesses. Arrebelle was not a person I wanted to go through that pain. I had two choices leave her to die or become something I despised; or I could turn her. No! I would not do that to her, she would hate me. I h...
I was almost finished wiping down my last table when I looked over at the clock hanging on the wall: 4:20 am. Only ten more minutes on my shift—and then Zane and I can go sleep the day away. I sighed contentedly. I know most people wouldn't be happy with a lowly waitressing job at a small hole-in-the-wall diner like Sally's Seafood, but to me it is a small p...
Man, sometimes I think politics and taxes are the only things one can't escape in this life or any other. Being Immortal, I've already escaped Death. However, the tax man and local politics are coming after me. My name is Jacques Henri Acier. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and muscular Black man of Haitian descent currently living in the City of Toronto,...
In the continent of Africa, there lived a tribe of people called the Ampakra. They were primitive hunters and gatherers who lived in the wilderness around 10 000 B.C. One day, one of the men of the tribe went hunting and did not return. His people thought he was dead. He was not. He had encountered a strange beast which had bitten him. The bite had changed...
Thanks once again to Tigersman for editing. Also thank you for everyone who favorites and comments on the story. Enjoy reading. ***** (Aiden) Aiden held his father's disapproving gaze. He was lucky that his mother had embraced the surprise betrothal so quickly. His father had been less enthusiastic. It didn't help that Aiden had no knowledge of Meredith'...
Stop me if you've heard this line before. Let me tell you the story of how I died. It’s going to sound like a work of fiction when you hear it. Funny thing about fiction though, there's always a bit of truth hidden between the lines. I didn't understand that, until I ran afoul of something that changed my own concept of reality and turned it on its head. Gu...
The air is crisp, and clean outside; it smells like what the commercials only wish their soap could smell like. It's what they oughtta smell like... The sprinklers are whirring rapid shots of water over the lush thick of blue-green under moonlight. Soft lamps reflect off of puddles and wet sidewalk, and everything seems so serene. I don't belong here, but i...
It was a pretty normal Friday evening dinner, at least most of it. My mother-in-law was visiting and we wanted to take her out to a nice dinner. She likes Italian and so do my wife and I (especially lasagna), so we decided on Casa Mia in Kennewick. The dinner was going exceptionally well; the food was great, the service wonderful, and the atmosphere is very...
Sorry for the delay. I've switched editors. So grateful to Tigersman for editing! I look forward to any comments. Hope you enjoy reading. ***** (Aiden) Aiden helped the very angry Meredith into the carriage. Before he went in himself, he asked the driver to take them to the Sherry, the healer. The man bowed slightly and took up the reins as Aiden slipped...
The twenty-second floor, home to the typists and clerks that peer over the tops of dividers like human veal.One particular calf, a brunette typist with green eyes named Edith Neuwirth, needed a change. She slaved for a soul-less life insurance company, a clown-faced cesspool of depressed and repressed people, some at the end of their ropes, others just out o...