The axe strikes true and violent. Swung with all his strength it buries its hungry head deep. A sharp sick 'thwack' echoes through the yard. A slight breeze brings the promise of winter with it. Denied on the verandah the sun makes puddles of warm air and she sits, contentedly taking a mouthful of cold beer. Stretching, her toes bask in the warm sunlight an...
Chapter One – Katie's New Life by BrettJ © 2012 "Have a wonderful time in Europe, Mommy, Daddy," Katie Mitchell said as her parent's car left her at the gates of the Browning estate. She had only been there once before when Todd Browning, her father's boss, had held his annual summer barbecue. She remembered that she had almost gotten lost, because the B...
I saw him across the room being greeted by the host. I felt the blood drain from my face. I thought for a moment I was going to faint. I was attending the exhibition of a third rate painter's work, for which, as a freelance journalist, I was to write a review for a minor local paper. I had got sick of the sugary pink and white creations, and was standing ar...
Sunita watched in fascination. No doubt, Shom Uncle had his back to her and he was fully clothed. But there was no mistaking what he was doing. The elderly recently widowed, father of her dear friend Deepa, and was busy stroking himself fast and hard. His hand was holding the railing and his head was thrown back. His hand was moving in long strokes and short...
Bob went bounding off at full speed. Ned, too busy running to hear anything but his own pounding heart and slapping feet, was headed to the same spot. He saw a dark and quickly growing shadow and looked up just as Bob leapt, paws wide and tongue ready for a hello slobber. Before Ned could do anything, Bob knocked him onto the grassy yard of the house on the...
Trixie: Trixie was pacing the room, trying to figure out the best way to tell this to Jack. She was also thinking about leaving, but she knew it was not possible now that both of her friends were mated here. She thought about the day she had promised Martha to take care of her daughter. Martha had run inside the house, grabbed Liz and thrust her to Trixie....
"Old man, you must curse me even in death, I don't care what you think, it's my life," Razane Al-Bilali said angrily, and the young woman clicked off the telephone, and closed her eyes, hard. Sitting on a quiet corner of the third-floor stairwell inside the Carleton University library, Razane bravely fought the tears that were coming, and found that she simp...
Chapter 18 : Memories Turn after turn, the lab tech led a chained Aiya through white corridors, up stairs and through doorways. When her sense of direction was thoroughly confused, she was led into an elegant waiting room with a few younger females working behind a large desk. The only thing the girls were wearing was some sort of leather harness that accen...
April of 1431 I Bethany stared at the window, the sun catching it in such a way that she could see her reflection. She saw her straight, black hair draping down the sides of her fair skinned face. She studied her lusty, scarlet lips and her intense, violet eyes. Her body was voluptuous, with a curvy figure and large, sensuous breasts. She was a beautiful c...
Most of my stories take cues from real life -- people I've known, situations I've faced, circumstances friends have related to me in confidence. This story, on the other hand, is 99% fantasy. I watch Maury sometimes; it's my 'guilty pleasure'. This tale derives from asking myself, "What if that were you...?" It involves a couple of real events and people in...