Note: The actresses in this are basically themselves if they weren't actresses. In the heart of Dublin, a young Irish woman named Saoirse tended an almost empty bar. Saoirse recently inherited this pub from a dead relative she never even met. The place wasn't doing so great when she got it, and now, with just her working there, it was failing. Her only...
Chapter 46 The Legacy of Archangel Michael Michael's bank flourished and he prospered personally and financially as well as emotionally, spiritually, and intellectually. When he prospered so did his community of South Boston because, unlike other patron saints of the people who helped their neighborhoods only because they grew up there and leaving when they...
Ten long years of her life had been eaten up by her work and what did she have to show for it? Nothing. Emma hugged her black parker closer to her body, shivering as a gust of wind hit her small frame. Under a dark hat she'd stuffed her hair inside and tugged it low, ditched her reading glasses and dressed herself in a pair of jeans that sported several tear...
CHAPTER ONE I glanced in the mirror, unsure if my hair was going to work with me tonight. I sighed heavily and picked up my brush. After running the brush through my hair a few times, I hair sprayed it and smiled. Not too bad, I thought to myself. My dark green eye makeup brought out my creamy brown eyes and my medium brown hair fell loosely on my shoulders...
It was at the protest for saving the environment, preventing deterioration of soil, saving baby penguins from their natural habitat being terraformed by rabid fangirls, fighting oil spills, fighting factories, making sure that the oil sands were shut down once and for all, finding natural energy, eliminating our carbon footprint, destroying all jet planes, r...
My name is Nicole Swanson. I'm a five-foot-ten, short-haired and golden-eyed, dark-skinned and voluptuous young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The City of Champions. At least, that's what the locals call it. I call it Shit Hole, USA. I'm a woman who turned her sheer contempt for human beings into an asset. You see, I am a Professi...
Edited by Penn Lady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. * Owen Connolly was a big man. His back was broad and his chest barreled out. His arms were heavily muscled, his legs thick and stout. He towered over not only the Chinese workers, but his fellow Irish as well. With his perpetual scowl, foul humor, and propensity for violenc...
which our heroines and heroes finally bust out of the academic/industrial complex… The Americans turned up a week later, in an unmarked black helicopter that descended noisily onto the main plaza of the campus one bright, sunny morning. Gail, Alison, Sophie and myself were waiting for them. “Full marks for inconspicuousness, guys,” Gail whispered to me, as...
I recently read an article in the March-April 2005 issue of UTNE magazine, a liberal contemporary philosophical publication. Each month this small, hippiesque read highlights a particular issue and recycles articles from other publications for its readers. This month took a deeper look at religion, faith and the modern onset of feminist spirituality. Unbekno...
Loving the feedback, but I have to add that this is no reflection of my political views. I write and WE write for entertainment sake, not to make a point. And yes, it's probably not your classic 'erotic romance' that you see on Lit, but it has its moments. If you want to read for just smut sake, move along. You've hit the wrong story! * Emma struggled to b...