Sue here, the red-head from Yvonne's stories. She convinced me to write up some of the things Paul and I have done. I tried getting this story on paper/on screen; it was crap. I learned that I may be an exhibitionist, but I'm no writer! So, Yvonne is serving as a public ghost writer for my adventures. We'll post them as "Yvonne presents..." But first an expl...
The Escape Riddick easily got to the hangar without being detected even though he had a captive with him now. Once reaching Toombs' ship, he managed to take out two of the crews loitering there. They never knew what hit them. He strapped Bryant onto a cot behind the cockpit and tight up her hands and legs. By the time the others realized what had happene...
By the time we arrived at the Norman Manly International Airport in Kingston it was early evening and already dark, but when we stepped outside the air-conditioned airport we knew we had arrived somewhere deliciously warm compared to the city we had just come from. The sweet tropical scent of frangipani and jasmine was heavy in the air, along with the chirru...
When you look at most artist's drawings or paintings of nudes you can usually tell if the artist and the model had a personal relationship that was more than just an hourly fee. Degas produced some wonderful paintings of nude women bathing and combing their hair – 'a la toilette', as they say in France. Yet they are all observed sensitively and with great...
This is an attempt at writing a script for my original story, a graphic novel that I have been developing alone for many years. The women marching and the overall reaction to Trump's election has motivated and inspired me to start writing and drawing art for it. I hope to someday publish the finished story online for everyone to see. Thank you everyone. -Ja...
An old Volkswagen camper van sat silently with its engine cover open on the side of a mountain road, looking tired and forlorn in its dust covered faded red paint. It's owner, an affable tall blonde carpenter named Roddy, sat on a nearby boulder, contemplating his next move. He was a long way from anywhere. Hoping someone would drive by, he waited. And wait...
As Salam Alaikum, people. Shaima Lokuron here. I am a South Sudanese Muslim woman living in the Deep South, working for Walkerton Engineering Incorporated, a prominent civil engineering company headquartered in lovely metropolitan Atlanta, Georgia. I graduated with a civil engineering degree from Georgia Tech and was fortunate enough to find work in my field...
1948 Berlin always tastes of coal smoke in late November, the evening mist sticking to the warmth of your skin. I always noticed the little things in this city, always have. The graze of the bare branches on the old brickwork, the heat the stone slabs where the sun hit. This old city was alive, a breathing carcass of reused stone, aching to listen to your s...
"Look I'm just saying that I'm really busy right now." Heather spoke the words over the phone to her insistent Father who asked his daughter to make some time for a friend of his who was working in town for a week or so. "Fine, have him call me and maybe I'll have him over for dinner one night." And with that she bade her Father good bye and hung-up. Entert...
Summer was hitting everyone particularly hard this year. Several times had the thermometer topped 110 which was uncharacteristically high for the particularly region. Clothing had become more and more optional all throughout the city and not always for the better. No one said anything though too busy fighting the heat themselves to worry about others. Stepha...