Tamar slung the heavy rucksack over her shoulders and started up the winding cobbled street that left the town. Every month, for nearly as long as she could remember... Tamar had climbed God's Thumb. The great jagged monolith of limestone overlooked a bend in the river. Atop this great pillar sat an ancient monastery, inhabited by just one very old monk and...
Somewhere in the unknown eastern hemisphere in the Indian Sea, beyond Mauritania and the Ganges, was a place that the ancient geographer Ptolemy called the Isle of Satyrs. Legends say that no one appeared on the island during daylight, but at night great fires could be seen and the confused and barbaric sounds of flutes and drums could be heard. The nature o...
Previously, on Lawyer, Lawyer: In the 2020s, Jason Thompson, the protagonist of Living Dolls and Living Dolls: The Director's Cut has become a best-selling, award-winning writer (much like the author of this piece, except for the best-selling, award-winning part). He is stunned to learn that the one of the "living dolls" he enjoyed in his senior year of high...
David P.O.V. We stop at the front of the property. I turn the car off and turn to Liza, smiling widely. "You ready?" She nods with sparkly eyes, I walk out of the car and open the door for her. As she sits her feet on the ground and the car door is shut behind her. I swing her into my arms, placing one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back...
Disclaimer, The characters hereby depicted are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people living or dead is inevitable owing to the ordinariness of the folks described. ============================ It was high school senior prom night, I lay in my bed watching dark clouds scudding across the moon as I listened to the sounds of the night, cric...
The monk arrived at the monastery just before dusk, as the chill mountain winds began to awake. Freed from the setting sun's embrace, their fingers poked and prodded at the layers of wool that covered humanity's frailty. A cold place. A dangerous place for the unprepared. Or the unwilling. For the monk, though, it was home. Frost had accumulated on his beard...
"Great Master, as you can see from these reports, Lord Shang Tsung died from massive heart failure caused by lethal disruptions to his solar plexus meridian points. "While many clans have styles that cause similar trauma, we have identified five specific meridian points that were targeted in this case. "There is only one technique that would fit the pr...
Copyright 2001 For your pleasure- please do not e-mail or reprint elsewhere without permission from the author. * Brother Thelonius crept through the village with his hood drawn up over his face. This night was one of the major celebrations for these godless heathens, and it would not be well for a man of God to be seen skulking about. The Bishop had requ...
I was speechless. I couldn't remember how long I and the artists beside me sat there at our collection of cubicles. For six years I've worked at this company and now their just kicking us out. When the boss called for our attention this morning we expected normal news, something cheerful. Instead he declared that all 97 artists who've been working with me as...
A cold thunderous wall rose up behind me a huge horrible wall, and it was all wrong to soon. A granite hand wrapped around the back of my head and finger clasped onto my face. Yanking me back off my knees, Father for whom else could it be, swept me across the floor. Talons of pain pierced my head, rage poured off him and a striped away any courage to fight....