Hi everyone! Thank you so much for 62 followers, that means so much to me!!! As a celebration, here is another instalment of Sekhemkhet. If you're new here, please note that the series starts with Sekhemkhet's Curse, then it's Sekhemkhet's Promise (part one and two) and this is the newest addition, Sekhemkhet's Promise Part Three. I know where the story is g...
It has often been said that if you met a Homo Erectus in the street and wearing clothes, you wouldn't dream of wondering if she was really a person... a human being. I'd been wandering around the paloeanthropology gallery at the London Natural History Museum for about half an hour. Most people just dip in and out of the galleries, but with me in taking their...
The atmosphere in the Manchester Walker mansion was so cold and austere—and judgmental—that Ada could feel herself drying up and withering away from the inside. But this is exactly what she wanted; if she had known how to enter a convent, she would have done so. She wanted this cancer of sensuality inside her to be lanced and to flow away. The Walker sister...
Sheila didn't want to publish this story under her own Lit name, so I let her post it under my account. I hope you enjoy her story, and if you have comments I'll make sure she gets them. I told my view of her early 'movie career' in my recounting under Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Chapter 23. Enjoy her account; this has a lot more details than my reporting...
Chapter 1 Altitude and solitude I've traveled around the world and my feet have barely touched the ground. I stared down at my journal, trying to remember having written that. I must have dozed off for a minute. I had a taste of Paris air this morning before I was shuffled between the subway, the airport and its tunnels, and then the plane for most of the...
It was my orientation day at the museum. An exciting day, to be sure. I guess I should explain. I'm an exhibitionist. I get off on other people looking at my body and watching me get off. Heck, I get wet just thinking about it. I discovered this in school on a dare and eventually I became a cam girl. Being a cam girl is fun, don't get me wrong. I mean, I si...
You have the rare day off and you decide to nurture your artistic side and visit the Museum of Fine Arts. This being the Friday before a summer three-day weekend, it is particularly empty this morning. It appears as if the museum, knowing this will be the case, has a skeleton crew of guards on duty. You wander with the sensation that you have the entire gall...
"You'll be right here Brett? I'm sorry that I have to leave you like this," said Paul. "It's ok Paul, Scott will be here in two hours," said Brett. "Ok, thanks for covering for me," said Paul. "It's alright your wife is having your child go on," said Brett. "Thanks mate," said Paul grabbing his coat as he walked out the door. "I'll be doing the rounds,"...
"Fuuuuuuck" moaned Jack who again, woke up to a (what he thought) horrible day. Jack was a 27 year old dragon, yeah that's right, DRAGON. Well he wasn't 27 more like 2600. He was born in as the 6th 'child' in his family in the some of the last years of the dragons rule. He choose 27 as his body because it was the prime of his dragon AND human life. Enough of...
Eion I took a day off for my usual visit to one of the museum and I am glad I picked Kilmainham. The building has its own beauty, dark and oppressive opening of the jail, the Victorian wing. Today wasn't the day I wanted to go home with anyone. I was there for peace of my mind. That's when she disrupted it. Beige heels clicking on the wooden floor of the Ca...