This scene is set in black and white. It is not darkened unnecessarily, nor are there the shadows and clouds of a storybook forbodance. Instead the day is bright and the lining, crisp, a scene accented only by the stray strands of sunlight filtering through a rustle of leaves. The outstretched fingertips of an early winter comb through the treetops as a slen...
He lay on the concrete. His hands clasped behind his head and he curled into a ball to protect all of the most vital parts of his anatomy. He was bleeding, bruised, in pain and vaguely wondering if there were any internal injuries. 'And for what? A belief?' A belief that had gotten him shunned by his peers, kicked out of his home, 'out of my family really',...
Part One - Jack. The house was quiet. It stood in the middle of a remote cornfield in Iowa. It's occupants had all turned in several hours ago. The Woods were a good wholesome family. Father Jack worked on a local cattle farm. The mother, Cherry, was a secretary in the local town at a small legal firm. Their children were Paul, 21, back and visiting from Pu...
We're down in the Bahamas, in a private villa with its own pool, looking to rekindle the magic in our marriage. Four years in and after six years together we're both feeling pressure from all over: to start a family, to advance in our careers, to move out to the suburbs to live in a house with a white picket fence. We enjoyed a nice romantic dinner at a be...
It was the fourth move in 8 years. I have seen, Fort Hood...Iraq...Fort Bragg...Afghanistan...Fort Drum...Africa, and now Fort Riley. There has been little time for friends and even less time for that someone special. I have laid with several ladies in the past, but there is only one that keeps me moving day to day, the one from Iraq who wasn't afraid of try...
Don and Julia were into drain sloshing. They had mapped out their city's drains and could travel downtown from their suburb through the storm system. They did this on Friday nights. They'd get all decked out: Don in ninja black and Julia in her pink rubber boots, fishnets and a hoodie to keep the spiders out of her hair. Don always sloshed first looking out...
Through low, crawling clouds of charcoal the train prowls and comes to a stop. A whistle shoots from the beast and pushes its passengers out the doors. Their wing-tip shoes tap like computer key strokes against the cold concrete. As each of them descends from the passenger car they meet my eyes and quickly look away. They each have the same motionless, ash-h...
Foreword: I once mentioned in the ASSD newsgroup that many of my story ideas come to me in dreams. I keep a pad and pen on my nightstand, and jot down my dreams in the middle of the night. In the morning, I review my nocturnal notes, and find that some ideas can be worked into usable plots while others are little more than useless rants. Well, this is the we...
A big thanks to Lady_Sith for all she does to help me out. And another thank you to those readers who have e-mailed me and continued a conversation. The constant Q&A about this universe is fun, and inspirational to me. As always, comments are always appreciated. Thank you for reading, Axle. ****** The thick concrete that had once protected Simon and El...
Despite all the sex Marie was having in the afternoon's with herself and at night with her husband, she'd wake up in the middle of the night or get up early in the morning and go into the computer room where she'd visit sites that featured pictures of naked black men. She'd stare at their cocks and marvel at the size and the color while she petted her pussy...