I was thirty two, a big, happy, healthy guy, a full time carpenter with few worldly cares besides finding cold brews and warm women, a man in his prime. I weighed, in those days, 220 lbs and it was all muscle, including major portions of my brain. I worked hard, lived well and enjoyed life immensely, drank deeply and cut a swathe through the female populatio...
Mary of Grassdale sighed as she walked down the narrow dirt road, looking up at the clear blue sky. Leaves rustled in the trees on either side of the path, birds fluttered overhead, and a light breeze tickled Mary's face. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" Mary asked, sighing contentedly. To Mary's left, her companion grunted. Although she appeared human, this wom...
For the most part, Father Thomas was bored. As a young student in the seminary he had always imagined that listening to people confess their deepest, darkest secrets would be fascinating. Sometimes, when he used to work in an inner city parish, he did have someone come in to his confessional and tell him in the utmost confidence about affairs they were havin...
Sister Maria knew the only way to cleanse herself of her sins was through prayer and self denial. She also knew that the only way she could cleanse herself and her habit of Father Thomas' seed was to throw her clothes into the laundry and to have a long, scalding hot shower. What she didn't know was how she was going to make it all the way from the church to...
Part V (An Alternate Ending) I received a call late last night from the convent on the other side of the church, something about a plumbing problem. Could I come over and fix it? I was met at the door by Sister Katherine, who led me downstairs to the basement. Katherine led me trough the cellar door, only to be confronted by a bright red curtain. Katherine...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16l: Spanish Honeymoon Part 12 My mouth felt awful. I stuck out my tongue and studied it in the mirror above the sink in the bathroom. Jenny was in the shower and I had just finished shaving. My mouth hadn't felt like this since the time that Howie had had us smoking some of his 'wacky-baccy' when we had first visited the Carib...
Sister Maria didn't know what to do. She had been dusting in Father Thomas' study when she bumped into his desk and knocked something to the floor. Bending down to retrieve it, she saw that it was some sort of journal which had fallen open at the most recent entry. Seeing her name written in it, she smiled to herself, pleased that perhaps Father Thomas had n...
A few days later, Maria Clare led the young novitiate down the dark curving steps that led to the more remote catacombs beneath the convent. It was a place the young novitiate had been warned never to enter. Now within the bowels of that deserted section they entered a large room that appeared to have been a place of recent activity. There were candles and o...
Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy in an alternate future but it does include blasphemy. It is intended to be light-hearted. Please read advisedly. September 4th 2156. Thirty years after the second coming of Christ. The great redeemer returned to reclaim his flock at the beginning of the twenty-second century. An ecological basket-case, many had alr...
I heard a dog bark in the distance. A chink of light came around the edge of the blind as the sun rose for the start of another day. As it climbed a little more, patterns of light danced on the wall until a single strong beam was cast on the wooden crucifix that hung directly opposite the end of my bed. Another day! But this was no ordinary day -- it was th...