Hey, everyone. Thanks for patiently waiting for this chapter. I've read all the comments and I'm glad some of you are especially critical, it helps me examine my characters to see where I could improve. This chapter is just going to be Henry because I felt that the story needed some more background on the kind of relationship he had with Ishtar. Hopefully t...
I look around the diner with its scarred, pealing beige linoleum and Formica, its clouded chrome edging and vinyl barstools. Normally, I love the faded vintage quality of this place. Normally, the three old ladies who gossip behind the fluted glass desert covers wrap me in nostalgic memories. Normally, the food is welcome and astonishingly good for such a sm...
The words on the page have blended together for the past twenty minutes. Sighing in defeat Junediai leans back. Details of the new Master's trail will have to wait until she can think straight. Gathering the report with a stack of other unread papers she locks them away in her desk drawer. Rubbing her eyes with the heel of her palms she tries to relax. The i...
CHAPTER TEN Property Eric stared at his tattoo, alone in the bathroom, in a state of utter disbelief. He'd fled to the safety of the small room in a near panic from the moment they arrived home. His shirt was on the floor along side the plastic wrap that had been covering his new body modification, both hastily removed, tossed there moments after he'd slam...
The conference table shone in designer spotlights. So did the regiment of spotless designer glasses and all the pretty bottles of designer water. There were designer coffee containers and designer cups. There was also hot water for the pretty teabags in the precious wooden box. Earl Grey, I read. Ceylon and Oolong and China Blossom, names that took me away t...
They say that in the end time heals all wounds. I don't know, they may be right. But it really is too easy to be right that way. I mean, how could they go wrong when they never tell how much time it takes to heal? In my case, two years obviously wasn't enough -- as I found out in the lounge bar of the Belmont Hotel in Dallas, Texas. Even before the divorce...
What the hell are you doing here? Your mind chews on this question every minute when you are sitting in a muddy circle with other prisoners. You had joined the city militia to defend against an army of monster-women; fancy way to hit your 18th birthday. Taking up your sword and shield, your worried parents sniffled and hid their tears as you manned the c...
Chapter 22 If you can't fight and you can't flee, flow. Connie had her hands full in trying to convince George she was a female. He made her cry when he indicated she was living her life in denial; since she had a penis. "I mean it's silly for you to have a penis and not realize you are a male at some level," he said trying to understand better; hoping...
Thank you, HannahAarons, for your editing and nice words. We do not make a lot of elaborate Christmas preparations. It is taken very easily in our home, just buying a little additional food, decorating a Christmas tree, some presents for family members like children, and grand children, and that's about it. Except for one thing: the Christmas greetings to f...
Elunara made a stop by the mage tower and then headed on down. She whistled her way along until she spotted Jordan, standing at the edge of the training yard. She wandered over to him. "How's it going?" She smiled. His face quirked, but he had his usual dour expression. "Renwa is finally getting what he's always wanted." He murmured. "What's that?" "A...