"He's here!" Ruby Goddard stood wincing at the pain of her swollen ankles. Seeing the massive starship X'Orr looming directly over Eden scared her knowing the truth within. She knew the ship and its inhabitants could not enter without Gaea's blessing but the sight of it blocking out the sky still worried her. Even God, the old man beside her felt the differ...
My life in the restaurant business started at the age of 10 when I was serving tea in a small cafe in Mumbai. My family was poor and I had no time for education because if I did not earn, my family did not eat. I slowly moved my way up through the kitchen at various different establishments. By the age of 21 I was head chef at a prestigious hotel in Mumbai t...
Sana's younger brother came into the room and saw her getting her all dolled up, had a nice Indian dress on, and was putting on make-up, it seemed like she was going on a date or expecting some company. "Is someone coming over or you going somewhere?" Her brother asked. "I have Zaib coming over, and you know what might happen, so I would expect you to sta...
One of the things that Alan hadn't anticipated with having four women living with him -- magical or not -- was the laundry. Normally, he had to wash clothes once every week or two. With this many people to do chores for, he found he had to wash clothes every other day and dishes twice as often. For some reason, he had assumed that their clothes would be magi...
Kathleen didn't mean to lose the tour group. They just walked too quickly for her, never stopping long enough to appreciate the sublime decrepitude of Havana's architecture. Besides, she thought, that morose young man in the cheap khaki suite I keep seeing is probably with the secret police. I can't get in too much trouble. The warm and humid Cuban dusk tur...
Hi everyone, this is my first attempt at writing a desi story. It is going to have a slow build up to the fun parts, so please have some patience. *** Sitapur was a picturesque rural setting at first glance, situated in Central India and untouched by most evils that comes along with modernism. With the main source of transportation being the Indian Railwa...
I had been working all afternoon on my novel, The Reaper’s Child when you came home from work. It was a work in progress, as in I worked on it whenever I could, which was like today, not knowing the next time I would have a free afternoon to sit and idle my time away in front of a blank computer screen. I had American Head Charge playing helping me drive my...
Why does it seem I spend so much time writing eulogies? Michael Jackson, Steven Jobs and now Whitney Houston. I remember growing up in South Carolina. I was raised primarily by my great grandmother, a woman who was almost sixty when I was born. We lived in what was called a mill village. Back in the teens, twenties and early thirties, textile mills in the...
First of all I will appreciate for providing such a place where we can convey our feelings and private lives to each other. This was the desibaba, which changed my life and opened me the world of pleasure. It was three months ago, until I was a complete virgin. Being in the strict Pakistani society, Up till the age of 27 I had never even touched a girl. Bu...
"Mmm..." Mallory stiffened her body as she ground up against Carmen, trying her best to brace her friend's thrusts on all-fours. Her naked body remained wrapped in her blanket. Only her dripping backside exposed to Carmen's throbbing assault. The burnt orange sunrise bled through the window and warmed Mallory's brow. Moreover, feeling Carmen's strong hands c...