This contribution of mine is an attempt by me to raise some of the very important issues raised by many of the Loving Wives tales. Before I discuss more general areas, it is appropriate that I place before you details of my own martial situation that have motivated me to comment on these issues. When I decided to marry my wife it was because of my unconditi...
Smiling with utmost satisfaction, I licked my lips, tasting the last droplets of Esther Rosenberg's blood before dropping her corpse unceremoniously on the ground. At last, the Huntress is no more. And vampires and Hunters far and wide will know that I, Hanna Ismail is the one who brought her down. I looked at Esther Rosenberg one last time before disposing...
I come home after a long day. Home sweet home. Big and empty. Exactly as I like it. I lie down on my king-sized bed, and finally exhale. God, I needed that. It's not easy being a big and tall Black guy in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. People stare at you so much sometimes you wonder if you're an alien. And it's not just Caucasians doing the starin...
Non-Human groupings Twists of Fate In the Twists of Fate series I use terms to describe Non-human groupings, which I decided to put up so that it is there for you the reader to go back to when you wish. In the stories I don't always refer to all the groups as generally the character I am focusing on will view all other groups or refer to those groups as w...
* * * Christine dipped her finger into the wine glass and with it drew a large, wet heart on her lover's stomach. "The difference between my love for you and yours for me is, as I see it, that mine IS conditional. I don't want unconditional love. I can't respect it because it's too much like worship. No, I prefer to be loved conditionally. Attach strings to...
Author's Note: This is very likely the only piece of non-fiction I will ever submit on this site. Every word of this story is true. Sad, and true. * I stood there, gazing with sad eyes across the crowded hallway. There were dozens upon dozens of people around, but I was alone in this moment. A sea of grief divided within my heart. There was an insistent th...
Attempting to put into words, the thoughts of a mother, and failing miserably. I love you are not words mere enough for a glimpse of what we perceive to be the greatest wisdom of all. Over time and years of what we refer to as living have taught me more things about the inner self than I ever could have wished to be victim to. And Elliot was just part of my...
The rapturing of Earth was not a pretty sight. The lesser demons of hell descended upon the earth, raping and mutilating millions upon millions of humans. Nobody was marked as being worthy of the heavens, and every single fleshy bag of blood was left to the devils. Hell was run by Satan, the Devil, the Highest of Evils - whatever you wish to call him. A hulk...
He sits in the darkness upon the enclosed balcony, looking out across the city. The hustle and bustle, the neverending traffic, the plethora of people upon the sidewalks... Everyone seems to have someplace to go, someone to meet, someone with whom to share the night. The city is alive, its sounds and its lights evidence of humanity, of companionship. Takin...
She is embalmed in white hospital sheets, also a stiff white blanket that makes her look as though she is wrapped in bandages. She lays still against a thin plastic pillow, covered with a crisp, starched case. Every so often her mouth moves, a cavity which is not really a mouth at all, but a puckered hole without lips or teeth. It is dry. She needs water. Sh...