Chapter 3: Evie and Rebecca. London, England, 1883. The sun dipped towards the horizon and briefly the damp rooftops of London appeared to be glowing gold. The sky seemed to be on fire, burning brilliant red, pink and orange. All across the city people hurried home from work, crowding the streets in a mass of humanity. As the sun dipped below the horizon an...
Christmas is approaching again. Before my ex wife left ten years ago, Santa was still alive and well in my daughter's imagination. I enjoyed the holiday season back then, never letting anyone forget what Christmas was really about. The last Christmas we were together we attended midnight service singing His praise. By New Year's Eve she had left, moving in w...
In the months after his defeat at the hands of the headmaster, Naek had trained ridiculously hard with the old man to be able to protect the Academy as its next headmaster. Finally, after months of grueling training, Naek was allowed a leave for two days under the guise of "Survival Training". Naek hustled about, preparing the items he would need for his li...
In the world of Ruk, every person has a single magical ability, called "Talent". These powers range from detecting magical creatures, to strengthening body parts against impact. These abilities determine the job of the users; detection and strengthening are usually security, foresight and persuasion are leaders, and so on. However, every thousandth person b...
My name is Tyrone and I'm not black. I don't know why black guys think that the name Tyrone belongs exclusively to them. My friends will invite me over. I suppose they say something like, 'My dude Tyrone is on his way.' Then I show up with my pale-ass and they start freaking...asking me if I'm a cop. Then my friend will grin and say, 'hell no he's not a cop....
“But nana, I do have my legs closed!” she exclaimed across the table. Anita looked anxiously at her nana sitting across from her. “But sweaty, I can see your panties!” replied her nana. Anita looked at her nana again and started laughing. She scooted her chair closer to the table, concealing her long shapely legs under the tablecloth. “Is this better?” sh...
My Papa died when I was rather young. I have very few memories of him. Mostly feelings and images. Some of these images are artificial, told to me by others or from pictures in the family album. I know that my Papa played Barrel of Monkeys with my sister and me on one of our birthdays, but I don't really remember the event. I always had the impression that p...
Matt Jackson cursed himself for every kind of fool as he traipsed through the field from his grandfather's huge modern house to the small wooden frame house that had once been the original settlement on the family ranch. The way his luck was going lately he would step in a cow pie or worse yet a gopher hole. Ruined boots or a broken ankle seemed just recompe...
Ewing and Anders Leibowitz were a little nervous with the idea of a live-in Dominant. "But you see" Ewing said nervously, "My Nana would, when we were in our twenties, even, cane us and give us enemas if we weren't in our PJ's by six pm." "You were in your twenties?" Jip asked. Jip, Soames's cute strawberry blonde niece gazed at the balding brothers. It ha...
Whir...whir. The simple cotton gingham slipped through her fingers as the presser foot fed it out. A single row of white stitches ran along the other side. Like tiny soldiers they performed their duty, holding the piece of fabric together. Locked tightly in this war against time and decay. Clackety...clack. Her mind slipped back. To another time and place....