The duel I had with Forgeir Dreamseeker was hard, but fast. He bested me easily, tossing my axe out of my hands with a flick of his blade. "Again," I whispered to him as he helped me up from the floor of the tunnel. We were fighting in the common lands that all races used for their marketing and trading, and we were with friends in the great square-sha...
I should get my sense of humor under control. An example of it getting the best of me was when I had my back and chest waxed as a gift for my wife for Mother's Day last year! First a bit about me. I'm no spring chicken, I am a man in my early fifties and my abdominal six-pack became a keg a long time ago. My wife claims that she can't actually remember when...
A few days later, Maria Clare led the young novitiate down the dark curving steps that led to the more remote catacombs beneath the convent. It was a place the young novitiate had been warned never to enter. Now within the bowels of that deserted section they entered a large room that appeared to have been a place of recent activity. There were candles and o...
Constantine was a new recruit in the Serb army and excited by the new opportunity in front of him, his young future looking very bright. Only 19 years old and fresh out of basic training he was largely ignorant of the atrocities his countrymen had been responsible for in the past, growing up in a very patriotic and jingoistic household. His father had been i...
Chapter VII - Ray's Friday Friday morning we went shopping. I was going to give him lots of opportunity to practise compliments. We were shopping for clothes. It sounded like a good opportunity to get a new wardrobe and to challenge his masculinity. The first women's clothing store I stopped at, he wanted to wait outside. Needless to say, I dragged him in....
Standing anonymous amongst the congregation, he watched as friends and family precariously lowered the rain-drenched coffin into the collapsing grave. Six burly men leaned over the open chasm, striving to maintain balance in the torrential rain; as the coffin slowly disappeared from view a barely audible splatter resonated from beneath as it finally hit its...
I take a moment to catch my breath, grinning inanely at you as you slowly undulate on the blanket, eyes closed and moaning gently between heavy breaths. Your chest heaves up and down as I watch, dew gleaming in the moonlight. I settle in close behind you, wrapping myself around you like a shroud. I nuzzle into your hair, and breathe deeply in, then out in he...
I wake up in my bed to find her standing over me. "Wakey-wakey," she says. "Is my little pet all rested up? Good. You're going to need your strength!" I try to get up, but it is no use. My body won't respond. "Oh, don't bother trying to get up. I've used my powers to paralyze you." She leans in close, her eyes staring directly into my soul. "You see," s...
THE WHITE TRASH YEARS Dez is a proper African American. He was born and raised in Africa. At the age of 12, he moved with his mother and two siblings to the USA, specifically to Denver, Colorado. Living in a predominately black community, Dez soon became aware of the racial tensions and divisions in the so called United States, when his mother started datin...
Hmmm, I have to be honest with you readers. I had submitted this first chapter as a shot. I was 80 % sure I was not going to be able to continue at all. As soon as I had pressed enter, and looked over it I thought....Shit. I couldn't decide what to do next, where to go and how. What to write and what not. I'm just a beginner and a panicky one at that. Its b...