Having just read his account of me bringing myself off with his phone in the bar that night - I just had to tell him about another time when I did something similar. It was almost a year earlier, when I indulged myself for most of a long commuter ride home from the city. It wasn't the only time either, but I'll just tell you about this one for now... Rush-h...
"Can we stop for a bit? I need to get a drink or I'm going to pass out." Kal wiped his brow and adjusted the awkward weight of his traveling pack. The mid-day heat had made his dark skin shiny with sweat and his mouth and lips were gritty from the dust of the road. Astra was walking a few paces ahead, which had at least provided Kal a pleasant view for the...
It had been a long day. The station was virtually deserted. I had ten minutes until the last train left; mercifully it only made two stops before mine. The whole journey would last no more than forty minutes. I bought a coffee from the Starbucks stand and made my way through the barriers to the front carriage. It was empty, and I headed to a pair of seats at...
There he was, standing before her and grinning broadly: Doctor Thornton Ignatius Tolliver, in the flesh. Flesh here being the operative word. Up close, that reproductive organ in its full erectness looked absurd. She would be inclined to dismiss it as fake, some grotesque, oversized sculpture made of discarded butcher's cuts, but it was clearly very, very re...
From a distance, it appeared as if the carriage was going to plummet over the edge of a steep rise. There was no sign of it slowing as it approached a tight bend. The driver glanced behind him and snapped at the reins, shouting a command that sent the two lead horses into a smooth turn. It was a risky move that made the two outer wheels of the carriage lose...
Night fell upon the caravan, and while some stood guard, most slept uneasily and with weapons near. The full moon's soft illumination of the encampment was eerily beautiful. The breathing of the exhausted horses and the various noises of the nighttime forest seemed peaceful, but somehow the quiet was more disturbing than a column of barbarians. Outside his...
XI The Good Seed Mark & Molly 2070 Times were good. OK. Good in the sense that they weren't bad, but the upward climb in the value of the Stock Exchange and the related rise of living standards must count for something. For sure, things would probably never again be as good in London as they were before the National Unity government took power and th...
Once upon a time, in a kingdom faraway lived a beautiful maiden called Arabella. She had long, flaxen hair and beautiful eyes the shade of the sky on a clear blue summer's day. She was a delight to behold with her slim, tightly corseted waist and full riding bosom that always seemed to spill over the top her restraining, but exquisitely guilded bodice. As...
Each bump the carriage went over sent a sharp sensation along Zahava's spine. She had no idea of the destination. The day began with such promise and now her fate was in limbo. She desperately tried to undo the ropes on her hands to no avail. She was warned against yelling for help as she was dumped into the back of the carriage. "Why me," she whispered, "w...
Her eyes were wide, trying to take in all the sites of the city at once. The driver of the carriage spouted off fact after historical fact about each location that we passed. The Georgia Dome, CNN Center, Centennial Olympic Park, World of Coca-Cola. I had been to all these places before, and I had no real interest in any facts about them. I was only interest...