[1] Sunday Noon; the First Time Here I was, dressed in my Sunday best, sitting about halfway back in the pews letting my mind reminisce instead of listening to the country minister's message. In my mind, I reckoned myself to be a 'good' man, yet by the same token, I had suspicions that I was a piss-poor Christian! One of the things distracting me was the th...
"Heretic is not the one who dies at the stake, but who sets it on fire." - José Saramago, Portuguese Nobel laureate. * * * My name is Kira and I am a vampire. I have already forgotten the name that I had when I was an ordinary mortal. I had a normal childhood in a village of medieval Europe, but upon reaching adolescence, my beauty inspired envy among ot...
"How I wish the muscled Saxon was not a Christian," the Princess Erzhad said in her flawless Greek to her riding companion. "For then I could worship him like a god." The Princess did everything but lick her chops. She stared off at nothing in particular as if her mind was elsewhere. "Tis improper for me to speak this way of a man, but with him it is like I...
The White House "My Fellow Americans," the President of the United States of America began his televised address to the country, "since September 11th, 2001, Christians and Jews around the world have lived under the threat of annihilation by Islamic extremists bent on global domination. These terrorists, while certainly not representative of the main curren...
First, I would like to thank Jezzaz for allowing me to use his characters. When I read his story, I couldn't help thinking the main male character was a perfect fit for a story I'd already started, so I emailed him and he told me to go for it. This story will make no sense at all unless you've read his story Mr. and Mrs. America, found in the non-erotic sec...
All characters are 18 years old or older. ***** The dig finally starts and what they find is far more than they ever imagined. It's been nearly a week now. The digging machines were almost done. I was so eager to finally be at work and the others felt the same. While we had kept ourselves busy it wasn't what we came here for. Tomorrow we could see what s...
"Do not tell a friend anything you would conceal from an enemy."-Arab proverb. *** "There is, of course, the tale of the man who built a horse of ebony that flew through the air with its rider—" "We've heard that one already. What about the tale of the three Sufi Qalandars who were each the sons of kings and also each blind in one eye?" "That one was as...
"Do you, Elizabeth Michelle Chancery, take this man, Bruce Fitzpatrick Calahan, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty, as in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?" the priest asked the rather obviously pregnant and mature br...
This is the tenth chapter in the saga of Chris and Chloe Weber. While the story can be read separately, I suggest you read the earlier chapters to understand the full context of what is happening here. It would also help to read "No Greater Love," as this is a follow-up and takes place about 4 years after the events in that story. For those not familiar with...
It was a fine ship originally built by the French; I was the first mate when we captured her four years ago and refitted her with extra sails and 16 cannons to make her fast and just as deadly as any ship the French or Spanish could throw at us just short of a ship of the line. I ascended to captain after our previous captain was killed in the hand-to-hand...