I know this shit is going to be shocking to some of you, because you've got preconceived notions about what Muslim women are like. And honestly, I don't give a shit. My name is Azeeza Amir. Born in the City of Modadishu, Somalia, and raised in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm twenty years old, and study in the Police Foundations program at Algonq...
I slept late that Saturday morning and when I awoke it was 8:45am. Downstairs, I smelled the enticing aroma of fresh brewed coffee and so I pulled myself out of bed, shaved and showered. I threw on my Saturday shorts and a freshly laundered tee shirt and walked downstairs looking for my wife. When I walked into the kitchen I expected to see her but found the...
I wake up smiling. Grateful to have such a good life, bursting with happiness, glad for good friends to share it with. Friends who share private moments. Friends like you. I float through the morning, mind lost in reverie, excited by the challenge of writing to inspire and thrill you. How to create prose that stirs the senses, opens the eyes and ears to real...
Feel Free to post some Comments or share your ideas. Writers are always welcome :) When Captain America entered the room he already suspected that it would be one of those days. It was extremely rare that the leaders of all 4 big associations met. Tony, who walked next to him, seemed to know that too. The heavy steps of the Iron Man armor echoed in the long...
Being a bounty hunter was hard work. Samus Aran was in constant danger when she was on the job, adrenaline almost always pumping through her veins as she fought nefarious criminals and vicious beasts; in her fiery-hued power suit none of them ever knew the true predator was a tall, slim blonde with tits perfectly proportioned to her body, devilishly long leg...
Light skin powdered to paleness, her mouth a scarlet slash as her perfect teeth close around the last bit of whip cream, a trickle of cherry juice looking blood red against her napkin as it spills off the spoon. Only after closely her eyes, slowly running her tongue over her lips, and sighing does she speak. Her accent is eastern European; her way of finding...
Reed Richards looked at the monitors and was thinking of all the possibilities that was out there. It was the first stable natural Fix point in his Universe. He knew that this portal lead into another version of the Earth. The coordinates would be identical with the coordinates in his world but there could be everything on the other side. He knew that there...
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Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, The Avengers, Avengers: Age of Ultron or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Maria Hill had promised herself, and sworn to anyone who would listen, that she wouldn't run and she certainly wouldn't hide from the psychotic alien known as Sif. It was mostly because she refus...
Sci-fi... science fiction. The very word conjures to mind spaceships, intergalactic civilization, laserbeams and robots. Or, maybe it just conjues up images of slightly overweight nerds in glasses who are obsessed with TV shows and live in their parents basement. Which is unfortunate, even if there is some grain of truth in it. I'll admit it. I'm a little n...