Neil slowly regained consciousness. He realized that he had been locked inside an animal cage. He couldn't stand up straight. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized he was in the basement of a house. As he observed his surroundings even more closely, he realized his was on his own property. The basement of his villa where he sometime visited wit...
I wrote this, intending it to be an entry in the A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song event, but events overtake us, and I wanted it published now. * April 2020 I look back now, and it all seems so preordained. I thought I had my life mapped out: med school, practice, marriage, kids; but I didn't know there was a clock ticking. Half of all marriages...
Mateo scratched his stubble and let out a cavernous yawn. Below the balcony railing he was leaning on the work floor of his father's printing house was bustling with activity; trolleys full of metal, paper and ink rolling back and forth between the machinery. He glanced in the direction of someone cursing loudly, an operator whose Linotype had just spat molt...
"How did you meet your spouse?" That's the question every couple has been forced to answer since the beginning of time. My name is Amina "Mina" Kanu-Dumont, I'm a young woman of Gambian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was raised Muslim, but consider myself a secularist these days. I am the happy wife of Marcus Dumont, the devoted mother to p...
Congratulations! You have reached the final chapter of my story. Difficult times foretold by Lydia finally arrive. DO NOT read this chapter unless you have read all the other chapters in order. It will only confuse you and you will not like yourself! Enjoy! Conclusion Monday morning, we returned to some normalcy with a jog before breakfast and then cere...
This story is for Yas. You know that you're the inspiration, and also that incessant nagging voice when I get too lazy. MG, I hope you find the courage to take that step to happiness some day. You deserve so much more simply because of the person you are. This is meant as a dedication and a heartfelt thank you for all that you are in my life. Love you. * *...
"Away" There is such a depth here. Anyone who might look down on me for choosing to be a slave, (and I have been unfortunate to meet a few,) is truly ignorant of both the beauty and the benefit, even the power of being a slave. I have a devious side and I suffer very little in comparison to the amazing gifts given to me in this lifestyle. I had been cravin...
HUMANITY 2.0 YEAR 001, DAY 001 - PART ONE I thought I should go ahead and start writing a record of my life, as self-important as that sounds. It's not like I've got much better to do; Zee won't let me do any real work, so when I'm not travelling to the countless abandoned cities and ruins of our ancestors, I pretty much sit around and/or have sex. I've be...
Every now and then during my life things have happened that I cannot explain, at least not in any rational way. Some may call them coincidence, but I am not so sure. Certainly the events that I am about to recount fit into a category that I can only call "strange". In this case it was a matter of minutes, long seconds at most, that determined that, yes, I...
Writer's note: We've taken a few liberties, but this is our true story. We are forever grateful for all the assistance from meathead96, who so kindly edited this piece. * At that moment you could have knocked me over with a feather. Out of nowhere and moments after we had finished making love my wife of 30 years asked me if I still had a fantasy of her sle...