The (Possibly) True Story of the Garden of Eden The first thing you need to know for what I'm about to tell you to make sense, is that Yahweh has a really tiny dick. How do I know, you might ask? Because I was once the greatest of the Elohim. You can call me what you will, for I have many names. Call me "Lucifer." Call me "Satan." You can even call me "Ishm...
'Is this place new?' the cabbie asked as they pulled up outside the pink and purple diagonally-striped double doors. 'Not sure,' Jarvis said. 'To be honest, I'm not even sure how I know about it. I suppose someone must have told me. Or maybe I read about it somewhere.' 'Tell you what, squire,' the cabbie said, 'if it were my place, first thing I'd do is ge...
Chapter 4: The Japanese Garden Betty awoke feeling refreshed and smiled as she recalled the acts of piss vandalism she and Kelsey perpetuated earlier that morning. The evidence would be gone by now, but maybe she would walk by the Metro Rail System Authority and take a peek anyway. Today might hold its own opportunities for naughtiness. A few weeks ago, Be...
Our garden grows on with the special love and attention Karen has given it, when we went on vacation Bill the neighbor quickly offered to water it for us. Bill and Wanda had moved in several years ago and we had become fast friends, Bill was retired at sixty, and Wanda was fifteen years his junior and worked in town. She is pretty close to Karen and my age,...
Roses. They're remarkable when you think about it. All across the world, people present them to the ones they most adore. Not as a mere gift, but as a tangible symbol of sincerest love. A cynic might call such a universal gift 'uninspired'. After all, it's common knowledge that the gesture is replicated millions of times across the world, every year. Yet...
Chapter 7 - Voyeurism with a friend "I don't know what came over me the other day, Gary. I've always enjoyed, well, masturbation; making myself cum with fingers or... or something more - um - substantial, but I've never cheated on Harry. Imagination is one thing: reality another. But that was a bit close. You turning up like you were and seeing you doing yo...
Hala Tramayne just bought her dream house; well it is more like a castle. The retailer looks at her queerly when she said it would just be her living there. She just smiled and said, "I love a big house, and sense I am a writer I like my privacy." "Well it's your money." He replied as he handed her the keys. Then he walked back to his car to leave. He left...
I've always loved this time of year, spring, the season of rebirth. I've been eager to get my hands back into the soil and watch everything come alive all around me. My garden has been my joy, my escape and my tranquility. It has been the answer: whether I was stressed, needed to seek solutions, or ground myself, or just yearned for beauty to appreciate. Rel...
Sal's photography group had an evening, a few days later, out in the town photographing buildings. How strange for Sal to walk with the group in that very shopping mall where she had walked almost naked and even to see again and photograph from interesting angles the building where she had been spread across a desk naked and exposed to men. Sal found the vis...
They warned her, the servants that is, to stay out of the garden, especially after midnight. All three of them the cook, the maid, and the butler said the same thing. Things grow unnaturally large and hungry in that garden, but besides this she was young, pretty, sweet and innocent-- all things the garden craved in its eternal lust for human life . . . and f...