Chapter 06: Convergence Pol Jorgensen sat in his office in the Foreign Ministry and looked at the latest round of political cartoons spread out across his desk. They mocked Islam, again -- or so it had been alleged in newspapers across the Middle East -- and now decades of work building Danish credibility throughout the Middle East was literally going up i...
*** Author's note, this story contains strong language that does not reflect the opinion of the author. If there are more chapters... you may see the main character have an awakening to such behaviour. Then again if you read another of my later Tyreese stories you'd see that he already has. All characters are 18 years old or older, and all events are fiction...
By now, I trust that I require no introduction. Just in case you're new to reading about my exploits, I shall give you the rundown. The name is Stephen. Big and tall young Black man living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. My fans know me as The Hijab Hunter. Let me tell you about my latest victim, uh, encounter, I mean. I've had the pleasure of hooking up...
"Mona, come to bed, I just put our son Jacob to sleep, come on," says my husband Alain Dewar, speaking from the bedroom of our townhouse located in the East End of Toronto. I'm sitting on the couch, wearing an old hooded sweatshirt that Alain loaned me. He's had it since his days as a University of Toronto student. It's way too big for me. Underneath it, I'm...
This story is loosely written about the song 'Mr. Lonely' by Bobby Vinton. Thank you to WanderingScot for his editing. * Chapter 1 Here I was in the barracks listening to a radio station that played old time music. They were playing a song I could relate to. Hell, this song was written before I was even born, it was 'Mr. Lonely' sung by Bobby Vinton. I kn...
Dr. Phyllida Stone reached into the drawer of the old oak desk and pulled out a tissue. Removing her glasses, she gently patted the perspiration from her face, neck and from around the opening of her blouse. Glancing up at the clock on her wall, she collected together the brown files from the heavily patinated desk top, briefly fanned herself with them, and...
Loving him is ill-advised, she told herself for the thousandth time as she looked at the picture of herself standing next to the one she loved the most. They were too different, she reminded herself. Yet from the first time she laid eyes on him in that Sociology class in September 2011, she couldn't stop thinking about him. In the eyes of most people, she wa...
Dressed in black that for centuries had been the preferred dress for executioners, Martha Reynolds entered the living room where her husband Ralph and only child Montana (27) waited patiently, each playing a game or puzzle on their smart phone. "Right phones off," said the majority stockholder of Fluffy Blossom Bathroom Tissues who according to an asset-gue...
Editor's Note: All characters in this story are over 18. * * * * * The alarm brought me awake with a jolt. I wasn't ready to be waken up yet and it showed with my reluctance to get out of bed. I lied there and listened to the radio as I contemplated getting out of bed. My thoughts drifted towards my life here in a new town. Since coming to South East Xavi...
"Sex and Liberty City" The loud clang from the cell door opening wakes up the two female inmates both under the covers of the bottom bed. Realizing it to be morning, Anna-Lucia Gomez forces her eyes open to see the naked woman sleeping next to her. "Up and at 'em, girls." Calls out a black woman in a corrections officer's uniform, entering the cell. Alli...