“You alright?” someone asked. I’ll tell you, with all the loud noises in my head it sure sounded like he was whispering. I lifted my heavy head and a blurry vision formed. He stood in white something which was hard to make out. “Sir, you want me to call someone for you?” he spoke again. I lifted my hand to gesture a ‘no’. All I did was hit the table from be...
It was late in the afternoon, the day before Christmas, and Jenna was still searching for the perfect gift for her husband, Mark. He already had everything he needed around the house, and he was no help for ideas. Jenna found herself at the mall, wandering around aimlessly. She past a lingerie shop and decided that maybe Mark’s present would just have to...
In Parts One and Two, I introduce Paula to my farm by taking her on a walk, aiming to show her the patch of bush on it. We come to the pond and the pond meadow, then the bush track leads us to some small meadows just prior to the zigzag track up the hill. Paula hands me her panties as we start up the steep narrow track. **** As you climb ahead of me, and a...
She stood atop the hill, staring down at the vision of untouched perfection. Innocence dwelled in the humble abodes scattered about the town, and it disgusted her. Azertia felt in the mood to destroy it. To perfect it in the ways of doom and destruction, to watch the birth of flames reign over the green and blooming hillsides. Her loins quivered at the thoug...
Alayne stood on the crest of the hill, her bow slung over her shoulder, her quiver emptied; below her lay the ravaged battlefield strewn with the filth and remains of their enemies. The sun had not yet begun to set and already the battle was over. Beside her was Cicale, tall and proud; a warrior in every sense of the word. The two women stood in silent compa...
"This is how I came to love my vagina. It's embarrassing because it's not politically correct. I mean I know it should have happened in a bath with salt grains from the Dead Sea, Enya playing, me loving my woman self. I know the story. Vaginas are beautiful. Our self-hatred is only the internalized repression and hatred of the patriarchal culture. It isn't r...
They renamed the continent Fenumia in honor of the new Kings. Their arrival was glorious - over a dozen ghostly shadows drifted over the horizon, their shadows stretching over entire cities. Humanity bowed down (except for a few cities) and gladly agreed to serve beings that were clearly gods in physical form. Most of the dragons quickly claimed their own te...
My name is Catherine Aisha Cailloux, and I'm a young Frenchwoman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the Camargue region of France, to a French father and Lebanese-Canadian mother. My mother, Elisabeth Abdul-Hamid, often spoke of her life in the Confederation of Canada, where her family moved during the Lebanese Civil War. She ca...
Freya is a Norse Goddess of Viking mythology. She is associated with beauty, love and war and is a particular favourite of mine. Friday is allegedly named after her, which has got to be a good thing and as I love nature, the fact that she can shift into the shape of a falcon seems a pretty amazing power. Looking up at the stars tonight, see if you can spot t...
author's note: This is not meant to antagonize anyone or in offense. This is my memory of where I was, what I was doing, and how it happened for me. It is a re-telling, nothing more and nothing less. I realize that this would perhaps be more appropriate closer to Sept 11, but it's hard to judge exactly when each submission will come out. And so I'm submitt...