Holy Trinity - 3750 A.D. It was Wednesday on Holy Trinity. This was one of the two days of the week—the other, of course, being Sunday—that was designated an Energy Saving Day. Despite being in Mercury orbit and well bathed in sunlight from the nearby presence of the Sun, the Archdeacon and the Chief Pastors had deemed that the energy expenditure of the col...
"Zombies aren't what you think," I said to my partner, Toronto Police Service Detective Alawa 'Ally" Hartfield as I watched her flip the channel on the TV set in the Toronto Police Service station lounge. She was watching iZombie, a show I found cheeky, and the premise of it was quite ridiculous, zombies being able to blend into society through cleverly appl...
A quick author's note for anyone that liked the first part of this story: Sorry the next instalment took so long. It ended up being harder to write than anticipated. But the ball is rolling again and by the time this finds its way onto the site I should be nearly finished the third chapter. There might be later follow ups but I want to draw a line for now an...
If you're Somali, and happen to be gay, lesbian or bisexual, it's probably a good idea to keep it to yourself. Well, if you want to live, that is. Sometimes, I wonder what brings more pain into my complex life, my sexual orientation or, ahem, the other thing. That which marks me as different from the rest of humanity. What am I talking about? I'll get to tha...
9:00 Appointment: The Doppelganger Dr. Deengdohn Ramalama ate a satisfying breakfast consisting of a horny goat weed omelet festooned with magic mushrooms and yohimbe bark and washed down with ginseng tea. He followed that up with handful of Viagra, Levitra, Cialis and Extenze pills. Soon he would be sporting the highly-vaunted five-hour erection, and a goo...
Tanzila and Seidah chatted away merrily as the car drove through the gates of the restaurant car park. Both women were really excited at the prospect of a fun filled Muslima hen night of food, games and laughter. Being hijabi girls neither drank alcohol, although there would be drinks for kuffor colleague ladies that were coming from Tanzila's office. Seida...
My name is Peter Johnson. And no, my middle name is not Dick. It's Allen. I'd been divorced for nine years, never had any kids. After the heartbreak of a failed marriage, I didn't care much about women and their needs, other than sexually. They were fun to fuck, but could not be trusted outside the bedroom. Once you said 'I do', they said 'don't you dare' ev...
New readers - and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago - know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. ***** "Sir, I have to talk to you," said Amanda in a rather authoritative voice. "Yes Amanda, what can I do for you?" I...
Chapter 15: So Sapien Deirdre’s Story It’s obvious that if someone is after our children, they are probably after the other children of the next generation as well. Andrew is quite prolific. Before he is through he may well have another place in the Book of World Records. We want to notify the parents of these children. Andrew was reluctant to use email...
Ali smashed her hands onto the table in the meeting room. The table, unused to being hit by a Doyen Princess who was capable of telekinetically enhancing her strength, shattered in half. It was a cheap plastic table, after all. Everything in the human ship was cheap. Ally had told her that this was because, well, the humans had been funding this project in s...