Hi, it seems quite a long time since I wrote about any of our adventures. Jon thought so as well, and when we got back from this summer's holiday he told me to write about some of the exciting 'events' that took place. It all started on the evening of Friday 15th August. First of all Jon arrived home from work in a big 4x4. He said that he'd borrowed it fo...
American physicist survives a nuclear meltdown to become NuME man, a Nuclear Muscled, Erection Man turned superhero. At first the United States wasn't willing to share his brilliance with any other country for fear that they'd kidnap him, torture him, drug him, steal his secrets, and tap into his knowledge, but for the betterment of the world, now they do....
I see a lot of weird stuff going on these days. Especially in the Black community. When I moved from the town of Boston, Massachusetts, to the city of Ottawa, Ontario, I was in for a shock. I knew Canada was different from the U.S. but I never thought the strangest folks in Canada would be my fellow Blacks. The name is Stephen Saint Preux and I approve this...
Inspired by and based upon Serpent Dance by Synthean Thanks to Jon B 1969 for the edit. "I hate chinks." The words seeped up like pus from a festering wound. The woman didn't say it out loud. Her upbringing made her too refined to express such thoughts openly. Helen made no bones about it, however; she disliked the Chinese immensely. She was never able to...
Their life together had started out almost 62 years earlier. They'd never been fortunate enough to have children and they'd both been born into families that had crumbled under the stress of the hard times that had been so prevalent across the country during the 1930s. Each had wound up a ward of the state and grew up never feeling the warm embrace of loving...
My friends call me E.T. but my real name is Eric Theodore Jr. A six-foot-two, lean and ruggedly handsome young Black man living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the city of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, but raised in Boston, Massachusetts. Later, I moved to Canada. Recently, I graduated with a bachelor's degree in Criminology from Carleton Uni...
This is a different type of story for me. It is loosely, very loosely, based on my first son's birth. However, it is told with tongue planted firmly in cheek. This may be to right time to tell all of you our family motto: "Never let the truth get in the way of a good story." Large parts of this story are true, though a lot has been embellished and a lot more...
NOW Jaan Underneath the orange glow of the candlelit hall he watched her sway playfully in the arms of her oldest cousin. The peek-a-boo game the bits of her exposed skin played with his mind gave him a foggy, distracted feeling in his head. He felt increasingly unclear. At his table sat other friends from high school, people he hadn't seen in years, the a...
King Martane and Queen Nathalie were indeed very pleased when told of the upcoming wedding. They sent out riders to the rulers of the other kingdoms, opening the gates of the Seventh Kingdom to royalty as well as dignitaries. The day was planned down to the smallest detail, a day that would not only herald the wedding of the prince to his princess but would...
Dedicated to the fans – of course Thank you so very much for being patient. I have had a very busy job and now I've changed jobs so I hope to have more time to write creatively. Thank you for all your kind words and for enjoying the story of Kat and Mohammed because I certainly love telling it. Nic The carriage rocked back and forth and Kat settled uneas...