11 May 93 (Fourth Age), Emyn Arnen I am named for the father of a legend. In his time this father claimed a measure of renown, but that was three long Ages of Middle-earth ago, and to history he has been lost...save in a name of nearly forgotten heritage, and as inscribed upon faded pages in dusty books of lore. His son — perhaps the greatest in our people'...
Sally McMichael was sitting in the back row half asleep, the affect of listening to Billy Goats, a high school, legend twenty-two years ago, babble on and on about his boring life. He talked about his playing days Upover High, his great football career and his baseball career and his tracking career. He went to deep conversation about drug abuse and how he c...
Susan's Consequences -- One Year Later I stared at the three pins that were still standing at the end of the alley as I waited for the machine to return my bowling ball. I'm usually a pretty good bowler, not so much tonight. When I divorced my wife, Susan, a year ago, it had been difficult. But little by little, it was getting better. Now I can go weeks wit...
A lot of people in this world are prejudiced. There are White men and White women who hate Black men and Black women. There are Black men and Black women who hate their White counterparts. Straight men and straight women who hate gay people. Yes, many women hate gays. Homophobic women do exist. Homophobia isn't a uniquely male problem. And there are gay peop...
"What's up, my brother?" Marjorie Etienne said, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, dark-skinned young Haitian-American woman looked at Rudolph, the only other Black person working in the Acquisitions Division of Magyar Tech, and smiled warmly. Rudolph Stanwood was the newest hire, and as far as newbies went, this one seemed most promising. Magyar Tech may think...
( wrote for fun, like a lot of my short stories) When I stepped off the bus I could hear it. That soft sound of a saxophone, the low groan from the upright base, that metal on metal of a snare drum. All the rest hide under those three but when I listen I can just hear their ghosts drifting in the magnolia scented breeze. I walked toward the sound of the mu...
Campion Theriault sat and watched as the wedding guests danced to the swing song the band played. He loved to dance, danced with several of the single bridesmaids, even with relatives, but decided to sit out a few songs to, as he told a disappointed aunt, "relax and catch my breath." That excuse was a lie. He didn't need to catch his breath or relax: he was...
FAWC 2: Sydney Surprise (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingredi...
The King Arthur legend is replete with fantastical tales of love, loyalty, and courage in combat. Here is one tale you may not have encountered: Sir Lancelot came to the Round Table to be King Arthur's most trusted knight. His reputation, naturally, preceeded him. In addition to his many knightly qualities, it was rumored that Lancelot was possessed of a we...
Copyright© 2007 by Stultus This is a revision of an early story of mine that received no outside editing assistance at the time. I've most made only minor corrections to fix typos and tidy up odd bits of messy grammar — massive re-writing was quite unnecessary for this story. There have been no significant changes or alterations to the story plot lines or l...