A carriage was traveling from Wrightshire to the desolate wastelands. The lush forest road would soon change into an arid desert. It was a place no one would ever willfully go. Yet the Wasteland held precious minerals and jewels in the rocks. Prisoners toiled in the hot sun uncovering jewel encrusted rocks from the earth. Giant carrion birds hovered in the s...
Listening to Imam Yousef Kader's sermon and hearing him condemn Western society for its many excesses, I nodded along with the rest of the brothers. At the Sal Al Din Mosque of West London, England, we were used to harsh sermons from preachers whose views often seem at odds with the times in which we live. Hearing them speak about the decadence of the societ...
That thought just chased itself around his head and came at him at strange times in the next twelve hours. But now Bliss was here, she'd met him at the foot of the stairs and followed him into the dining room. He was gentle as he sat her in the chair next to his. He was conscious of her needs. He'd filled her glass with a sweet wine and made her laugh with h...
They say the eye is the window to the soul. Well I can tell you that when I put my camera in front of my eye, those souls are laid well and truly bare. Flasher Watkins they call me, snapper extraordinary to all the best top shelf magazines and most of the worst. If a magazine editor wants some hot young lovely draped across his centre spread, it's me he cal...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and real individuals is coincidence. All characters are over age eighteen. A young woman confesses she prefers older men, and proves it. * * * I had been in town on business all week. One afternoon, I decided to spend the last hour of work at the BlockHouse coffee shop. When I got there, a...
二十 "Reactionary," a stentorian voice bellowed at me the minute I walked into my apartment, and I saw there was a pile of letters strewn about my kitchen table. The papers were yellowed with age. They were written in Chinese, in a smeared, dark red ink. I sat down, looked them over. Used translation software on my phone to scan, translate them. They wer...
I woke up from my nap only to be met by my little Asian wildcat offering me one of the sandwiches I bought earlier that morning. She'd found the plates, individual bags of chips in the pantry, and everything I'd stored in the fridge. She'd already placed the coke on my bedside table and was gently sitting on my side of the bed. Yes, she was still in her cute...
Barbra looked around in the house. Dim light trickled from a bulb in the kitchen, and reflected unevenly off crinkly black plastic trash bags taped to the windows. She tried to think of a word, some description of the room she was in. After a while one came, and that word was 'carnage'. Blood splattered and smeared across the walls, soaked into the peeling...
It was my fifth time on liberty in Hong Kong. I meet this Malay special forces Sergeant at the local Brit EM club. I'll call him Gunga Din to protect the guilty. After three beers we decide to join forces, become an Army of two, go out into the environs of Hong Kong Island and do a little reconnoitering. This reconnaissance mission lasts for at least a min...
Beneath the purple and black sky of her home dimension a beautiful white haired maiden stared miserably at an iron face mask. She considered destroying it but she knew that wasn't really what she wanted to do and it wouldn't make her feel any better. The idea of destroying the man it belonged to had a certain thrill to it but that idea fled her mind as quick...