Dedicated to Poppy Z. Brite and her “Lost Souls” novel. He sat naked in the old clawed feet bathtub chewing on the Tootsie-row. Chocolate spills down from the corner of his mouth fusing with his stringy black hair plastered to his cheeks. He hears laughter in the living room from the party that has gone on far too long. A phone rings, his two friends that...
Part Thirty Four white crosses on the embankment of a ditch. Four members of a family, hand picked for a purpose. As I had been? Picked for the Hellrider’s service, and for his ultimate downfall? Everyone but Deadman looked at me as I wept, wailing in an agony of regret; Stephanie stopped her ears and a couple of the dog-demons set up a consonant howling...
Maxwell walked thru the school hallways Monday morning. He could hear the whispers behind and around him and it was beginning to become annoying. Kennedy ran to catch up with him. “Maxwell wait.” Maxwell recognized her voice and waited for her to sprint to his side. “Hey Kennedy.” “Some weird stories are going around about you and a horse.” Maxwell gr...
Part Twenty-Six “No--” I said in a strangled voice. “No, I’m not undead! I can touch holy objects!” My heartbeat pounded in my ears, another proof of life. What could the Bearer of Indictments mean? “Like these--” Deadman suddenly glanced at the cartridges I had been about to display, and I broke off and hid them inside my jacket. Aitch hadn’t missed the...
The ten years between the ages of 15 and 25 are difficult for any girl becoming a young woman. Those years were especially difficult for me for several reasons. I am the product of a ‘mixed marriage’. My father is Japanese and my mother Swedish. They met when my mother was a dancer in the Ginza section of Tokyo. My father was, at that time, an up and coming...
If you have not read Part I of this series, it might be worth it to check it out so you are up to speed as to how I happened to be screwing my Aunt. * * * * * As I mentioned in my first part of this story, my father’s brother was an over the road truck driver who was gone a lot. My cousin was few years older than me, so he didn’t live at home. My aunt Marg...
Mordred, I know how little chance my words have now of moving you in any way. Yet I pray that you read them through, and not cast aside this last chance for the peace of all our peoples. I beg you, Mordred. Do not make them suffer for the sins of their king. I see you again as I close my eyes. I see the youth you stood before me, making your way in the f...
The feel of cold and damp floors under foot. The chill of the damp air skittering across my skin. The moans and cries of the damned sound in my ears. The feel of a heavy wooden door under my fingers. The voices of a pair of guards whom I quickly dismiss after they open the door. The warm brown eyes that meet me set my heart to racing. His face is young but...
Chapter Eight: Rob Discovers His Sister’s Secret It was early Sunday morning, (about Two A.M.), on the last weekend before Rob had to return to college for the beginning of his sophomore year. He woke up with a dire need to answer the call of nature. As he came back down the hallway, he heard the unmistakable sounds of passion coming from his older sister’s...
It was another beautiful day, perhaps one of the few left before fall set in, and better yet it was Saturday. Sandy had the house to herself, her parents had left the night before for a weekend away alone. School was starting Monday and she was going to make sure she enjoyed this final weekend. Sandy had been very sick as a child and did not start school on...