Act Three: There's Always Room Chapter One: The Dark Side's Light "Dee? Dee! Is that you? What are you doing here?" Dee glanced up at the tall, lean blond man threading his way through the crowd. "Hello, Yves." "Hey," Yves greeted, kicking away a stool and reclining backward against the bar, elbows propped up on the mahogany countertop. "How are you? You...
I have been asked by numerous people for Andrew's story. Once the 'right idea' sparked, I began this story that braids in and out of the More Than Just A Fairy Tale cast of characters. I'd like to thank my bevvy of readers, Mazuri, Mokkekle, Southern Sir and my dear partner Wolf for their help, encouragement and scratching at the door until I wrote this stor...
Stan learned plenty about promotional sales from his father. He often marveled how his dad had managed to be so successful in the no-computer era when he began. There were no websites. Only mailouts and signs. Yet his father was the old-fashioned salesman. He did it with hard work, long hours and shoe leather. Stan had inherited is father's work ethic and in...
Agathe is a good Freedonian girl. She worked hard for her parents on their farm, and was then sold into marriage at eighteen years of age to a merchant, a widower three times her age. Her parents got a very good price: Agathe is a rare beauty - average height, pretty face, green eyes, light brown hair, an lithe, nubile body with ample breasts, not too big, b...
"Only those willing to walk through the dark night will be able to see the beauty of the moon and the brilliance of the stars." -Socrates Villegas There are things that go bump in the night. Vampires, bloodsucking beings of the dark. Werewolves, bestial beings of the moonlight. They have lived alongside humans throughout history. Well known during...
The stars are lovely this time of year, the sky as clear as looking through crystal makes you think that you can just reach up and grab hold of your favorites, and hold them twinkling in the palm of your hand. I always feel at one with these nights as the sky and I are both black as pitch. It's always late at night when I at last go out looking for some acti...
Don't think that I'm a stuck-up bitch until the end of this story, OK? I may have been at one time, but not now. However, to tell this story properly I've got to be straight even if it makes me – Trinity – seem conceited. I was a sociology major at a prestigious American University, with a minor in kinesthesiology. All through high school and at the start o...
Aisha sat Indian style on top of the steel top desk inside of Paul’s office. “...and that is a piece of cornbread.”, she said pointing to a Tupperware dish off to the side. Aisha had made Paul a traditional African American meal which is commonly termed soul food. Her grandmother had taught her how to fry a perfectly golden piece of catfish, accompanied by...
The continent of Gildan is a strange place, it was once ruled by a race now simply known as 'The Sun People' it was said they had the powers of gods, but they disappeared from Gildan one day. Only the city of Sholl remains as a reminder of them, the city is now under the control of the elves. Their refusal to allow any human into the city ensures that humani...
A Redneck's Christmas. This work could have been put in the winter holiday section or the humorous category. I couldn't make up my mind which one so I flipped a coin and here it is. I am expecting a backlash from all the southern types about the way I stereotype the people in this story. Please remember this story is written by someone in Canada so the only...