Outskirts of Marienborn, East Germany, by the Inner German border It was a cold, foggy autumn morning. Black starlings perched among the branches of evergreens called out to each other in warbling chirps, marking territory and nesting space for the coming winter months. Likewise, the shrill tweet-tweets of the song sparrows were actually displays of dominan...
"Have you figured out where we're going yet?" "No." "Good." "A hint please?" "No." "Okay." Turning the music on and up, she steps on the gas pedal. No one in sight, what a driver's delight. She watches for the sign that will take them East, to a city she's never been to before. There's no time limit, she knows her animals are well taken care of and he...
I was walking around the east end of Ottawa the other day when I saw that punk-ass fool named Wilfred Augustine. He owes me three hundred bucks and I need my money. We got a tough economy here in the Province of Ontario. See, that's the thing about doing business with these bozos in the hood. They never pay up when the time comes. I was walking down Donald S...
Please note that this story consists of many short chapters, hopefully going live at a fast rate. If you don't like stories consisting of many short chapters, instead of commenting "The chapters are too short," just wait until it's done and read it all at once.The usual "everybody's of legal age" caveats apply. PROLOGUE "You have me worried," I said. "I...
Welcome to the great city of Talabheim, on the banks of the mighty River Talabec, in the province of Talabecland, second-largest province in the Empire. The Empire itself is a vast, heavily-forested realm of rolling hills and lofty mountains - the Grey Mountains in the south, the Middle Mountains in the middle (appropriately enough), and the World-Edge Mount...
XVII Faith and Charity Tamara 2093 Tamara studied the framed picture on the wall. It showed the image of a slightly tubby middle-aged woman which had been made to resemble a mediaeval Christian saint. She even had a halo around her forehead. "Who's this?" Tamara asked. "It's Saint Diane," said Dahab. "She was the founder of the Reigate centre." "Is...
This is my first attempt after a refusal to try again putting fingers to keyboard. These ideas run through my head everyday. I'd like to thank Nouh Bdee for editing this chapter. I have read many, many stories, there are some truly amazing authors here. I hope this goes over well, and if it's well received Ch2 will be forthcoming. Regards Chris *****...
Sometimes life throws you some major curveballs, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Choukri Wahid, and I'm a young Muslim woman of Somali and Lebanese descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business at Algonquin College, and I'm here to clear up some misconceptions about us Muslim ladies. Let the truth be told, so to speak. I know we Muslim l...
It was cold. Even with the sun shining, it was cold. The six men had their greatcoats buttoned tight as they trudged through the woods. Overhead the branches of the trees were bare. They were walking along a small road in a forest. Several feet of snow lay on each side of the road. The snow on the road was packed down, except for the inch or so that had fal...
~*~Prologue: Thieves' Valley~*~ High in the stony mountains that bordered the Dark Ocean was a foreboding castle that nestled between two jagged peaks called the Twin Daggers. The peaks were called as such because they pierced into the sky rather than rose gently, and because the men who had discovered them thousands of years in the past had not been very c...