"Heathyr." The haunting, melodic tones of the Countess' voice rang out through the cold, silent house. Even after months in her service, I still couldn't get over the way the exquisite marble floors and twelve-foot arched ceilings managed to create seemingly impossible acoustics. It was as if the entire house was built to obey her beck and call -- which prob...
That week, Victor is very busy examining the alien corpse. He receives an invitation from the gentleman, now known as Sir Malcolm, to meet him for dinner at his gentleman's club, where ladies are not allowed, no matter how brilliant they are. 'I'm sorry Adison, they're probably afraid you'd make them look foolish. Still, it's a job and it pays.' When he ret...
The next morning, they have some important decisions to make. They do agree that Vincent should go to the theatre as he is supposed to, to play tonight's show. He will take a gun and long knife with him to make sure he can defend himself on the way. But should he confront Simon, the male lead who set the gang on him, with his deed? 'I don't like the though...
4 I woke up to a familiar searing pain in my left shoulder; the one that had hit the wall when I charged the Batter. I blinked my eyes into focus my arm and shoulder were wedged into the couch cushions. My right foot wedged into the corner I had slept as twisted up as a tasty twizzler. I straightened out and stretched a deep unattractive stretch and scratch...
"You are aware of banks selling mortgages, yes? Well, if a banker can do it, why not the Devil Himself?" "I don't understand... what are you saying... who are you?" "I am the one who bought your mortgage from Mephisto. Your ass belongs to me." Peter jerked awake. Another long night, another long dream. He got out of bed, so muddled that he nearly woke Gwe...
Charlie Cattalano, or as his friends call him 'C-Cat' was on the prowl. Today was a special day for a special woman and he had traveled far to make it unforgettable for her. As he entered the renaissance faire (15% discount for being in costume) he began to search for her stand, it used to be near the main entrance but in the years since he had visited this...
The first sin Written on Saturday morning, December 1999 Sitting at home right now and listening to Billy Connolly singing The waltzing fool - a beautiful song. Makes me wonder why it is that he doesn't do more actual folk singing, as well as the comedy. I'm also half asleep. I've been up partying all night, and right now it's approaching 7:30 AM. I'll sta...
Phan/ta*sy - 1. The image-making power: esp., the power of receiving and reproducing external impressions. Phantasy colliding with reality often bruises more than just an ego. I hate blind dates; they are the most enigmatic of societies mating rituals, and are fraught with hope, fear and unrealistic expectations. I have got to learn to say 'no', or at least...
"I want you to dye it back to her natural color," he said to the stylist. "But Bobby," Sally whined, "I like highlights. Jenny has highlights. Missy has highlights." Bobby remained unchanged. "They were expensive," she added, "you don't want to see that go to waste do you?" "That's exactly why I want you to cover them up," he said. Sally slumped in her ch...
The world had been changing rapidly. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse, that was yet to be determined. But the progressive political movement of the early twenty-first century had definitely made grounds, if not economically, at least socially, especially where sexual and gender norms were concerned. Science too, had made this new world more bold and...