Greater New York Jinro could see cranes dancing in the imperial garden at Kyoto. Their antics, wings flapping, necks dipping and gyrating, were graceful, choreographed by evolution over thousands of years. The vision was faded like an old photo or distant memory. He'd left Japan with to live with his American father when he was 9, and filled his head with t...
Chapter 1 Labor status pending?" What on earth is going on? Kimmi Riasco thought as she watched the evil red light blink on the computer screen in her cubicle. Labor status pending! What does that mean? Kimmi looked over her shoulder to make sure none of her co-workers were close enough to see what she was doing. Not that it would matter for very long she t...
+++++ Redeemers of the Fallen +++++ The following is my entry for the 2019 Halloween Story Contest. This is of course the sequel to the First Place winner from the 2016 contest, Sisters of the Fallen. While not strictly necessary to enjoy this new tale, I highly encourage you to read "Sisters" first so the personalities, histories, and motivations of the pr...
+++++ Huntress of the Fallen +++++ The following tale is my entry in the 2020 Halloween Story Contest. It acts as both a sequel and the final act of a trilogy that began with the 2016 Halloween Contest First-Place Winner "Sisters of the Fallen" and continued in the 2019 Halloween Contest First-Place Winner "Redeemers of the Fallen". I hold no expectation of...
I have always had a fascination of Pauline Réage's 'The Story of O' -- and the film(-s) -- and the Crepax Comic about it. In the following I have tried my hand in a sort of updated 'fantasy' over the same subject. I hope you will enjoy it -- and excuse errors etc. as English is not my native tongue. You are welcome to repost, but please have the courtesy to...
Women love to be massaged, and I love to massage women. Being blind, I tend to have an easier time building a rapport with shy customers, so they'll become repeat customers. Sometimes I will get the occasional customer who will ask me out after getting one of my massages. I'll tell her, it is always a woman who asks me out, that I can't date them because the...
Preface: This is a story I've been working on for some time; my re-introduction to writing after some personal things in my life took the craft away from me for a little while. It started with no story, no plot, just the first line, which you'll read if you choose to continue on. The story ran on pretty much balls-to-the-wall from there, and in the meantime...
This story, though seemingly unrelated, is the second part of the trilogy that was begun with Tender Mercies. The series ends (presently) with The Chaos Blade. Part 1 : Yamara Chapter 1 Darkness. Darkness and pain, my first memories. Hiding in the closet of the room my mother and I shared while she conducted her business. I was too young to know what she...
Prologue The villagers were terrified of the wolf. They feared the wolf's unusual white pelt. The strangeness of such a creature in a bland, flat land of nothing but dull greens and browns was seen as a bad omen. Draught plagued their crops. Disease stole their children in the night. The wild game they depended on to survive the long winter still ahead of t...
CHAPTER ONE: Before Sunset He decided to run the mask through two more rinse cycles than he ran with the rest of the costume. Washing the head-piece was usually the most important part of laundry day. He spent so much time breathing in his own breath through the thing that he really didn't need a three-day-old body-funk included. He knew this from experienc...