"Londo, it's me," Londo's wife called him. "Oh sweet heart, where are you?" Londo spoke to show how caring he was. "In the prison, with my rights-deprived culprits." "Darling, you've sacrificed your whole life for them. What a noble wife I've got!" Londo's chest puffed with pride. "Londo, a problem has arisen." The sound became pitiful "Shoot it at me....
THE FUTILITY OF ATTEMPTING to inspire post-pubescent males to pay attention to my morning lecture—more accurately, my yet-again-bootless attempt to emplant even a soupçon of learning in their somnolent minds—forced me yet again to reconsider the wisdom of my accepting appointment as Charles Lutwidge Dodgson Distinguished Professor of Sociology and Forensic P...
It was just after midday when Elvis Mutton drove into the Plymouth Hotel car park on the West Coast of New Zealand in the pink Cadillac with a white roof as personalised number plates, 'MEMPHIS'. Elvis had purchased the wreck from a junkyard in Reefton in the South Island for fifty bucks plus the cost of four new white-wall tyres. He checked in to the cheap...
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Holy Trinity - 3750 A.D. It was Wednesday on Holy Trinity. This was one of the two days of the week—the other, of course, being Sunday—that was designated an Energy Saving Day. Despite being in Mercury orbit and well bathed in sunlight from the nearby presence of the Sun, the Archdeacon and the Chief Pastors had deemed that the energy expenditure of the col...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Note- Inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The Sherlock Holmes stories are now in the public domain. xxx Emma Watson sighed with relief as she opened the front door of her fashionable apartment overlooking the Thames. She kicked her shoes off and slumped into one of three comfortable armchairs, rubbing her toes in both hands. The wall clock read seven and...
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Kate woke to the sound of her radio alarm and lay in bed listening to the announcer's familiar tones: "Here is the seven o'clock news for Thursday the 24th of April..." Still only half awake she began the day with a few warm-up exercises, serenaded by the coffee machine bubbling in the kitchen. Once the caffeine had cleared the cobwebs from her brain Kate sh...
XLIX Foreign Shores Diane 2043 "It doesn't matter however much I enjoy making love with you," said Diane, "it still feels wrong." "Because we're both women?" wondered Lakeisha who was spread out on the sheets beside the vicar. "Because I'm in love with Doris," Diane replied. "It's not as if you're living together, is it?" said Lakeisha. "Didn't you enjo...