Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real; any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy. He looked at the business card, "Sebastian Inkwell"....
Part 3 Learning to waltz Terri followed her older sister into the lady's washroom. Taking her cellphone with her, As Trish looked in the mirror Terri took a couple of quick image shots catching her reflection in the mirror. Trish's face was glowing. "It's beautiful," Trish said. "I have never seen anything like it. It's as if it was custom made for me. I...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** 1 Through a dirty window, I could see the autumn leaves swirling in a tornado of wind as the sun reached behind the hills. Inside, I could only feel the staleness of the room - the hiss of some hidden machinery, the hum of electricity, and the tick-tock of a clock in the entryway...
George Orwell said, "the more a society goes away from the truth the more they will hate those who speak it." The moderators of the site pulled the story because of the facts I pointed out in my preamble. I condemned both the left and right. Which apparently got both sides hating me because I was proving that their outlandish statements about my political v...
After the phone call with Ingrams HQ was done, April decided to have a beer in the pub, to celebrate. She'd been there every evening after work and this evening, as she appeared and took a seat, Bernie glanced over at her, didn't even blink, and just got her a pint of cider and placed it in front of her. April was very pleased. She was a regular! "You lo...
It was a lovely evening; I looked my best of course. I was on my way to Tyler Perry Studios for a date with Taylor Swift. It was one of those contests where you meet a celebrity and I won. I soon arrive and a security guard escorts me to a waiting room. "They've just done wrapping up for the day, Ms. Swift will be with you soon," the guard lets me know an...
"I still think it's a trap." "Uh huh..." "And you're still going out there?" "Yep." "Without any backup?" "Yes, for the thousandth time." "You keep saying it, but it's not making me feel any better. I mean, are you sure you can-" "Daniel!" Melanie finally cut him off, stopping mid-step to study the barely concealed worry written all over her tr...
I strut across the club like a lioness prowling the open savannah, tossing my voluminous silky, blonde mane and hunting for my next victim. It doesn't take long to spot my prey. Tonight, the club is rich with wide-eyed wildebeest; their tongues lolling mindlessly as they drool over the handful of scantily clad females who totter between them on vertiginous h...
Jace stood in a huff in front of the firing squad—err his boss in his office. Jace was lured off his path to the coffee machine into a closed-door session with Karl for the hundredth time talking about how sales were down and he needed to motivate his team better, blah, blah. Hearing the same speech he already memorized in lieu of his rendezvous with black w...
***More of the twins in this chapter. 0_o ---------------- Rita saw the '59 Chevy as it pulled into her driveway. She thanked her mother again for agreeing to baby-sit on such short notice and walked out of the house. Consuela's convertible started again with a low rumble, as Margarita got in and searched for the seat belt. "You know, this is pretty cool,...