Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 No similarity should be drawn between these fictitious characters and any real life people. This is simply a story. * The presidential election had been very one sided. The Muldavian press had picked a favorite, early on, and had done their part to make sure their man won. Their favorite was Kar Amabed. His eloquence was in...
Cultural relativity is a difficult concept for most people to understand. Men consider women to be strange. Well, women consider themselves normal and see men as the strange ones. Men everywhere laugh when hearing this because they see themselves as truly uncomplicated. The same goes for people of different religious, races and ethnicities. To the Westerner,...
This is a narrative from a man's point of view about the exposure to Agent Orange and the resulting effects it has on his life over time. It is told only from his point of view, there is no overt sex and I deliberately did not use any dialog between the persons involved. My only thought is to show the conflicts I imagine might be in his mind and express it i...
The clock on the wall read 9:30, and yet I was in no real hurry to attend to the stack of papers on my desk waiting for my signature, and the blinking light informing me of messages waiting would have to wait. Her note had been slipped under my door to be found upon my arrival that day, though how she'd gained access to the building was still beyond me. I'd...
Chapter 1: Genesis The lab was dark and dank. It sparked and crackled as an old man wearing a white lab coat fiddled away at his latest contraption. It resembled a sphere the size of a basketball, it was grey in color. He finds pride in it as its completion grows closer and closer, he holds it up to illuminate its presence in the moonlight. Its bright silve...
My name is Melissa Joan Rhodes. Friends call me M.J. I'm originally from Plymouth. I'm currently a student at Norris College in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. At first glance, most people dismiss me as another Valley Girl type. I don't know why. It's what I come off as. Simply because I stand five feet ten inches tall, lean and athletic, with long, strai...
In the little village in which I grew up, the whole idea of making soul cakes to give out to the poor on All Saints Eve was a bit ... well ... strange. Apart from the Mays (who owned both Manor Farm and the stone quarry) we residents of Lower Steadlea were all as poor as each other. Nevertheless, sometime during the last few days of each October our cottage...
Prologue & Explanation of Transcend the Flesh I wrote the various parts of Transcend the Flesh separately - between weeks of inventiveness in the 90s. Probably when I was 17 or 18, I don't remember now. I didn't particularly care for the view of the characters, the first person view that I switch through during the story so I eventually scrapped the whole t...
I'm driving, well, speeding really, down a lonely country road. There are no other cars around, so I start to go a little faster. It's a beautiful day and my windows are down and the radio is up loud. So it takes me a minute to realize that the car coming up behind me has turned on its flashing blue and red lights. I feel a knot form in my stomach and I grip...
Hi everyone- This is my first ever submission of a story. After watching a red riding hood, I decided to play with the classic fairytales, adding a wolfish twist. This is the beginning of Cinderella. Don't Forget to rate and/or comment to help me improve the story. hope you enjoy :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alexander King stepped out from a darken...