It took almost an hour for my husband Jacques to find me. I was in the slave trader's parlor, a large and beautifully decorated room with intricately patterned red carpets and plush velvet drapes. The room was decorated with oil paintings depicting the auction of naked women, and several life-sized statues of naked slave women chained on their knees or stand...
The city of Eru Sa'alam was as a dream. It was a senseless maze of soaring towers and stepped mounds, all hewn and raised without mortar from blackstone glass. Rather to say, it had a sense and an order, but its sense was beyond human sense, its order seeming beyond disorder. Under the light of day, the glint of the sun off of the razor edges of its compone...
Once upon a time, in the land of Eronia, there was a princess named Elise. She was beautiful beyond measure, and every noble man yearned to win her heart. One man in particular, Erick, the blacksmith's son, took the long way to the palace armory every day while making his deliveries, in hopes of catching a glimpse of the fair maiden. From afar he would admir...
Chapter 8: Sorority Halloween Saturday morning, Halloween day, was warm and sunny. Cindy and my love making from earlier that morning left us both happy and hungry. Marsha was in the kitchen and she had prepared a big breakfast of eggs, bacon and biscuits. Since it was extremely unusual for Marsha to do anything so nice, especially for me, I attributed it t...
My day started out normal, got up showered, dressed, and had my usual breakfast of tea and a piece of toast. Then it was off to the 'shop', walking down the sidewalk I admire the beautiful houses. Nothing like living the good life, I breath in the heavy New Orleans air and continue my stroll. Summer was always my off season for 'real' business. I mean I lik...
THE SATYR It was nearly sunset in the tiny (though not as tiny as some) village of Kusta when a barefoot, ivory-skinned, steely-eyed girl walked through the very outskirts and farms on her way to the center. The village that the strange girl had come from was so tiny, that market had only been held one day a week. Kusta was large enough so that market was e...
((This is Chapter One of a five chapter story. Each chapter will feature some of the main, framing story of a bartender and a girl in a bar in modern times and also a full fantastical tale that one of them tells the other about one of their relatives. Both of their families are from the Appalachian Mountains of Tennessee and Kentucky, so the stories are told...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Copyright© 2009 by David Paul Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Please note that the story is based in Australia and is written in Queen's English therefore my American audience will notice subtle differences in wording or phrases. There may be some confusion for many on the differences between Rugby League and Rugby Union [ Think of them as the...
(Author's Note; Though the story is complete within itself it is a sequel to Silver Buckles if you want to read that story.) * The tinny bell echoed in the crowded interior as the young couple entered the shop and gasped at the goods they saw stocked on the shelves or on offer. The air seemed to be filled with the musty smell of dust, old polish and beneat...