Identity is a funny thing. In many ways, it defines who you are. Of course, I sometimes wonder if that applies to me. At a time when most young men and women are trying to figure out who they are, I was trying to figure out what I was. Recently, I found out certain key details about my origins. The surprising thing is that I'm not a bit surprised. My name...
Hello, there. My name is Thomas James Des-Champs, T.J. to my friends, and I'm a six-foot-two, lean and mean, brown-skinned and black-haired, ruggedly handsome gentleman of the Haitian persuasion. I hail from the City of Cap-Haitien, in Northern Haiti. Way down in the Caribbean. I'm a former police officer and car mechanic by trade, but my avocation is hun...
Rebecca hadn't felt this nervous since...well, she wasn't sure. So much had happened in the last forty eight hours, she really couldn't say how nervous she was in comparison to the last two days. But now she sat in her little paper gown, waiting for Doctor Majors to start the test. What was it he'd called it? A "salping" something. She looked around at the h...
Beneath its veneer of intellectualism, liberalism and cosmopolitan outlook, Boston is a place teeming with Supernatural elements, so you'd think a Wolf-Woman like myself would feel right at home. The Supernatural mixes with the mundane quite beautifully. Ordinary people would be quite surprised to find out that members of the Blue Man Group are not what they...
Eric easily tracked Silvia's family along the road as they worked to catch up. The scent was easily tracked when it left the road to the John Deere dealer. They trotted up to the gate, which was unlatched and left open. Moving inside the equipment yard, they followed the scents to the service area where a door had been opened to the inside. Just before they...
Things are going to heat up soon. Just a few chapters left to go. I hope you continue to read, comment, and vote. Again, because of my formatting issues, { } denotes italicized text. And another warm thank you to my favorite (and only) editor, Archangel_M. ---------------------------------------------- "I'm sorry! I thought Drago needed Kelly with him. I...
~~Natasha~~ "This place reeks of wraiths... but... there's more." Matt pointed them toward the mausoleums, deep in the cemetery, raised up slightly on the gentle slope with platforms of stone, concrete, and stairs. "Someone's been walking this path." "Can't smell em," Art said, "but yeah, someone's been walking this path." "B-But, if you can't smell em, h...
25: Flight "Ok here's another pile of books from the archive," said Laura dropping the book pile on the table. "Are these the books you found the references in, Laura?" asked Joy. "Yeah I've been reading all the books from the archive. I've been trying to learn as much as possible about all I can. Much of this stuff also just fascinates me, considering mu...
Leutnant Adolf Sturmundrang, (a.k.a. Windrunner) would have probably been cursing his luck or perhaps even those who had led him into the predicament but the silver handcuffs and shackles burned to0 badly for him to even think. Worse yet, there was a headsman's block clearly in sight with a moon silver ax stuck into it. It was strange stuff, moon silver. It...
The shit I get into sometimes amazes even me. The name is Ti Malice but you can call me by my human alias, Steve Bertrand. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm openly bisexual, and attend Carleton University. I am fascinated by people and what they do. Far from being an impartial observer, I like to go out an...