Jordan and Carmen had not found a way to keep many of the largest creatures on Earth captive within their protective reefs. The Cetaceans where air breathers and would not survive the aftermath of the bombardment. They decided that any saved was better than none so blue whales, Narwhals, and white sided dolphins were placed in the area between the outer an...
My name is Ahruanna Rubin. At least, that's what I go by in this lifetime. I am a professor of World History at Harkin College, a small private school located in the city of Weymouth, Massachusetts. I got hired by the school last year and it's been a blast, really. I love my job and I am thankful for every day that I have in this place. Most of all, I am tha...
Identity is a funny thing. In many ways, it defines who you are. Of course, I sometimes wonder if that applies to me. At a time when most young men and women are trying to figure out who they are, I was trying to figure out what I was. Recently, I found out certain key details about my origins. The surprising thing is that I'm not a bit surprised. My name...
After what seemed like a couple of minutes, Alex came back into the room holding a glass of water in his hand. He sat the glass down on the nightstand by the bed to her left, before doing something that surprises her and unties her wrists. She slowly sits up and rubs her wrists as he reaches over to pick up the glass. She eyes it suspiciously when he offers...
The next morning, Josh woke up on the beach. Alex was still there, sleeping, a few feet away from him. Normally affectionate (maybe rather more affection than a cousin ought to be), last night she had kept her distance. Her bikini-top and pirate-jewels sat in a small pile on the sand next to her, and she seemed to be resting peacefully. So, Josh decided to t...
The two men were standing on the beach, gazing out to sea. One threw pebbles and the other sketched the ocean and setting sun in charcoal. Mana watched them, hiding behind a large rock near a cave only a few dolphin lengths away. She had watched them arrive at the deserted beach, walking from the large square box her father had called a castle. It had high r...
Beneath its veneer of intellectualism, liberalism and cosmopolitan outlook, Boston is a place teeming with Supernatural elements, so you'd think a Wolf-Woman like myself would feel right at home. The Supernatural mixes with the mundane quite beautifully. Ordinary people would be quite surprised to find out that members of the Blue Man Group are not what they...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Or is it? All characters herein are imaginary. Or are they? All events described here are fictitious. Oh, really? All locales described here are real and actual. But this story is not to be taken seriously. Or is it? All sexual activity depicted here involves more-or-less human persons at least 18 years old, and a manuf...
Another month passed and he had three quarters of the ground floor finished. He built a short retaining wall around the portico over the front door. His plan was to add roof access there from the second floor once it existed. The next task was a staircase and he spent considerable time in discussion with Antonella, the mermaid, about the best way to do that....
We've always been the stuff of myth and legend to you, and with good reason. None of us ever cared for your world, dear surface dwellers. After all, you were unhappily stuck with the twenty nine percent of the planet Earth which we cared nothing about. The dry, nearly lifeless land, a tiny and insignificant pebble compared to the endless bounty of the life-g...