I stood there, naked on the molding concrete, with all of the other men. The room was cold, as everything was around here, and I could feel my body shaking. In the dim luminescence, I looked around, noticing the other men shiver, a sick dance to the silence. I think that was the worst part of the place. The silence was a surrender of ourselves, but we had no...
As the second day drew to a close, the great square orb in the sky slowly descending behind the distant landscape, the two stepped back to take one final look at their house before retreating inside for the night. "Looks pretty good," he said. During the day they'd expanded their one room cabin, adding on a second room for crafting, cooking, and later on,...
Foreword: This is another repost, and the companion piece to "Night Falls: Whitechapel", which I recommend reading first. Like that one, this is pretty historically accurate, and is my spin on what happened during the last days of the war in Europe as the allies closed in on Berlin and Hitler's bunker. This is purely a piece of historical fantasy, and is no...
In 2007 when I was nineteen I moved to Germany. The first thing I saw when I was about to walk into the apartment building I was going to live in, was a racist attack. I reacted saying in English (I didn't speak any German) to the tall skinhead in his early twenties that I had called the police and he should stop. He gave me a vicious look, left the bloody m...
Except when absolutely necessary Colonel Ingrid von Schitt seldom made the conversion from a human vampire into her bat form. After transforming into a bat a few minutes ago she flew over a forest stretching kilometers in all directions. Midnight had fallen, along with all her schemes. Himmler would be livid when he found out, but von Schitt had much to do...
Prologue This story is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote entitled "Coming Home." I have used many of the same characters but the plot has changed significantly. It is as far as possible historically accurate although of course the characters and the plot are fictional. The Nazi U Boat threat in 1941 was gradually strangling the UK supply lines and Me...
I saw a blinding flash of light before I hit the ground. The smell that greeted me was unlike any I had ever smelled in my entire life. It was the smell of burning rotting flesh, of mud, and of sweat. Before I was even able to think straight, two burly men in gray suits forced me to my feet, which to my horror were carrying deadly looking machine guns. At fi...
Prologue This a rewrite of the story first published in 2008 as the Reluctant Spy. I have altered the plot in some very significant ways, and renamed the story. I have tried to make the story historically accurate. The action in the story took place in a critical phase of the war and is totally fictional, But this was the year when the Germans invaded Russi...
Chapter 9 Confrontations in Wolf's Black Forest Hamlet It hadn't been easy. In fact it was the hardest thing she'd ever done. Gretchen desperately needed to mate with Wolf. Her body and soul demanded it of her. But necessity delayed it. Again. At least she could watch the mating of her two lovers. Sitting on the wooden chair beside the bed, her pants and...
Shanta was hustling and busting at the market that she hardly had time to sit down, let alone catch her breath. The canvas tent blocked out the brutal rays of the sun as customers came in droves to her stand. A naked man wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat stepped up to the table with several packets of blueberries in his hands. His long, flaccid penis touche...