My birth name is Bethany Parker, but I recently changed it to Anisah Amal to Anwar reflect a change in my identity. I am an English-born Caucasian woman and a former atheist and former feminist who converted to Islam. It shocked a lot of my friends and family members, especially since for many years I raged against the very idea of organized religion. Now I...
We were camped near the river, a day's journey from the town when it all had begun, maybe six weeks before, or maybe in another life. We had followed the river on the way up, up to the point where it turned and flowed back toward north. Somebody said that even the river feared to go further to the south. If it was so, now that we had gone further to the sou...
She settled her right foot in a relatively deep hole in the wall of the cliff and, while holding on to a sharp edge with her left hand, used the somewhat stable position to drive another piton in a small crack in the rock. She had covered the hammer with cloth to tone down the noise but it still rang loudly in her ears. The fact that they had tested the leve...
It was almost nine when Clara left the mansion to go on her morning run. This time, she deliberately slowed her pace. Clara loathed doing anything half-hearted, but it was only by sheer luck that nobody had noticed her running at super-human speeds last time. She couldn't risk anyone discovering her secret, and besides, she had a lot to think about. Surpris...
This is my attempt at a "porn parody" (for lack of a better description) of Ancient Greek mythology. It is not a direct adaptation of any one story, but an original tale made of bits and pieces pulled from several Greek myths. The intention was not only to create a work of erotic fantasy, but an epic saga that paid loving tribute to the poets and playwrights...
In a barn outside the capitol, the Sultan Azlan watched intently as the head of the Guild of Weaponeers crawled over the War Car. The man alternately chuckled and hissed between his teeth as he sketched parts, turning assemblies this way and that for several hours. Finally he descended from the vehicle and bowed deeply. "Majesty, this is a remarkable device...
1. The Queen's Boudoir The King of Verdanland sat quietly chewing viciously on an unlit cigar. Thoughts of recent setbacks in the war with Sardinia plagued his peace. The frontline retreated with each encounter as the enemy army slowly approached pressing toward his capitol. His armaments and soldiers were vastly superior to that of Sardinia, but their numb...
Chapter 9 The bright night sky was painted with the storm twirling gales of snow under the bright moon. Talyis stood baffled, watching Novak run through the gardens to the stables. The blanket of snow scattered as he ran. The cool air crackled with tension. The celebration within the castle halted when the two watchmen came in yelling, "Attention! Stop th...
This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex. Posted 23 Oct 07 -- Revised June 09 Chapter 4: What Are Words For "That was quite an experience last night, wasn't it?" asked Laura. Marcia had just woken up, and looked over at Laura. Laura was sitting at the vanity...
Alright readers, I've had this story stuck in my head for a while now, but it's kind of a historical piece and I fear it was a little out of my grasp. I tried to aim the time frame around the 1500s-1600s, but really I was focused more on the romantic aspect and not the historically accurate details. The one thing I did research was the female attire. In case...