The present hour. Ephezia Luxury Park, District 6. The vulk collapses on its side, revealing Sun, who departs the flames with a blanketed girl. Stepping over the beast's corpse, he brings the child to Mortimer. "How? How is it even possible?" the count mistrusts the situation's totality even as he takes the girl into his arms. He stares as her mannequin fa...
An hour's drive towards the mountains there is a lake. A quiet, beautiful place, almost like a Norwegian fjord. I use to go there to write, ever since I started writing in earnest. They now print my picture on back covers, so I reckon I am an earnest writer at last. The hefty advance I'd been paid for my second novel seems to support that theory. Three mont...
" '[America] is a fair and just society.' 'Just so much for the few,' said Jimmy." ― Ham on Rye: A Novel Six goddamned hours! That's how long I'd been on premises — battlin' for bliss, at a Sin City swing club — this particular evening. That's also the exact amount of time I'd come up emptier than a bulimic's stomach. The trenches had been more brutal to...
The Village 07 - Yachting and Swapping in Northern Spain THURSDAY. Denise went into Beth's room," GOOD MORNING" she said. "You get so boring." Said Beth, going under the bedclothes. Denise being practical, took a notebook out, "How many shags?" Beth laid there and thought, "Three, I think." "Not sure?" asked Denise. Beth moaned, "I had too much wine a...
"Hmm, this is delicious, I love Type-A blood," Adriel Brown said to himself, as he savored the last drops of blood in the survivor's body, before discarding the cooling corpse. Normally, like most conscientious Vampires, Adriel would snap the corpse's neck to make sure that it did not reanimate. In a world full of Zombies, however, he had to amend this habit...
Barry Harper had worked at WGC for nine months, having graduated college the previous spring with his diploma in computer network administration. A more worldly classmate had convinced Barry to do a European backpacking expedition as a graduation celebration. The experience of sharing hotel rooms, hostels, and occasionally barns with Emilio and the conques...
A CMNF story in which our heroine makes some new male friends, by Max Blitz. PART 1: The Godfather. BEAUTY AND THE BOOTS: Welcome to the Country, City Girl. Tiffany pulled her car up beside Buford, who was crossing the dusty drive towards his farmhouse. Buford grinned down at her. "Well, this is a surprise," he said, "I certainly wasn't expecting to see...
When I awoke, the moonlight lit the entrance to the cave, and I saw Jyoti standing there against the night, her feet planted apart as if ready for a battle. She was looking out across the plains and toward the black space that was the Caspian. Her gown flapped in a gentle breeze, and the light of the moon cast her in silhouette, so that I saw her body throug...
Imagine a world that has shrunk to just this: a lone gas-station town in the middle of a desert. It's a town of bleached wood and dusty plastic, a town of rainbow-sheened metal and pumps with no gas left. No, it's not a ghost town. People live here, mechanics whose jean-and-flannel uniforms are like tradition: passed down for so long that they only hint at t...
Pace booty, is what the triathlete community calls it. that delectable piece of appropriate sexy ass that you chase notionally because they're ahead of you, but in reality, you're thinking about what's under the lycra or spandex in totally inappropriate ways. I had been in serious training for a half iron man for almost 7 months now, and my training routes...