The first time I saw Nineveh, I had cotton balls in my ears. And I was drunk. I once considered that to be the worst of my sins. I was in a coffeehouse I'd never been in before, writing a review for a band I'd never heard of and was certain I'd probably never see again. The smoke choked me, and I sat near the door for quick escapes into the fresh air and a...
"Leave that sucker alone, Aileen!" the Mayor shouted desperately. "Can't you see he's only after your money?" "No, Mum!" The President's niece tried to show her mother her version of sense. "I have never loved anyone as much as I do Roger. Except you, of course!" "Its not that I do not like him. I do, very much. His English is very good, showing that he pr...
Karida Barak cowered in the dark corner of the Riyadh prison cell that she'd been thrown into weeks before... she couldn't recall exactly how long she'd been there. The whole experience had just turned into some horribly surreal nightmare that she couldn't seem to wake up from... She was numb for the moment... her body was no longer suffering the hunger pan...
When her stepmother entered through the cottage door bearing the news, Cinderella was sitting exactly where she always did. And that was in front of the blazing log fire, the ash and cinders dappling her deathly pale skin; naked as always, as clothes were a vanity wasted on one who never ventured beyond the kitchen hearth, the stack of logs and the coal scut...
Author's Note: this will be the first in a series of stories I'm aiming to be shorter than my usual offerings, focusing on smaller cast of characters in the Surefoot universe. So, you may not get as many words at a time, but I'm hoping to get them published more frequently. ***** Meeting Hall, Summer Palace, Cascaran Province, Planet Nekros: As she wat...
Sheryl knew she needed a way out. Since The Crash, her entire life had fallen apart. She should have left New York after 911-but she was just too attached to her job and the people she worked with. It was all just too hard to believe. First most of Los Angeles had been turned into a rather large crater. Then the refugees had streamed into New York. It was ob...
I am having so much fun these days, it ought to be illegal. My name is Francesca Magloire Beau. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, big-bottomed and delightfully curvy black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I am a police officer. By night, I am a BDSM fanatic. I like to dominate other people. I rent an apartment...
Part 1/2 After careful tests, Chaim, a professor of physics at the Hebrew University in Jerusalem, is now satisfied that his time machine is reliable enough for human use. He's pretty content with his life -- he has just made the most important discovery in history -- but he has a small regret: although he still loves his wife Bruriah as much as he did the...
Having just retired I found I had a lot of time on my hands without a plan on what to do with it. After a few months I had taken care of all the previously deferred maintenance around my home. With all the physical labor and taking my breaks by swimming in the community pool I had dropped 30 pounds and gone from pudgy to lean and defined. I wasn't embarrasse...
Chapter Thirty-four -- Vesna Rogúskt-Orsktacktna So...Danka Síluckt's travels ended when the Path of her Life finally brought her back to Rika Héckt-nemát. Who would have thought she'd end up precisely where her journey started? Certainly not the traveling singers and story-tellers, who already were making up increasingly sorrowful and outlandish versions o...