It is the last day of our vacation in Paris. "What shall we do?" I ask my wife and daughter. "Let's go to the Louvre one last time," my wife says. She loves the Italian Renaissance, especially Da Vinci. "Oh no!" my daughter whines. "Not that old Mona Lisa again!" We had been in Paris for most of August. That had meant a trip to the Louvre every week! "I...
A Painters Passion The wonders of Paris were initially lost on Jocelyn. Her host, a dazzling young man with blue-black hair and violet eyes, gave her less than a day to recover from her journey. Philippe was enthusiastic and ambitious. "Collin sent you to me to paint, not to pout!" He announced the evening after her arrival. "You fancied him." Jocelyn loo...
I have a passion for the English language bordering on the obsessive, I have to own up to that from the start. I do not have the benefit of a good education. I suffer from dyslexia, a condition not recognised at the time when I was growing up so my lack of scholastic achievement was attributed to slowness, stupidity or downright laziness. An opinion and att...
The muse has been kind and I've gotten a lot written this last couple of weeks. I'd like to thank my partner for all of his help. Especially when I forget bits and pieces, as I am integrating three separate stories. Yes, there is a third story in this series and it will start posting after this one is finished. For those new to my stories, remember in my 'U...
Fillies, ponies, and amateurs compete across the states in thousands of races across the states every year. In other lands there are tours, sprints and prixes offering erotic and exotic entertainment. All of them are willing of course with the vast current surplus of females in the world to choose from due to the genetic plagues of the later 22nd century. At...
She came to me as a friend. As the friend of a daughter of a friend, really. I am a professor of economics at a second (or third) tier university in western Canada. I am divorced, my children are adults, and I traverse my middle age years alone (even living alone in a condominium row house). I am fit, despite my years, though not the athlete I once was. I...
James Woodward stepped off the vaporetto and began to make his way across the paved approach to the railway station. Like the rest of Venice, it was hot and crowded. Fellow travellers with large suitcases, arriving or departing, lumbered in the heat or stood like islands on a concrete sea, forcing others to walk around them. The steps up to the station entra...
In the Province of Ontario, Canada, there is a big discussion ongoing on regarding religious based schools. It is a highly charged discussion with both sides becoming very passionate about their position. The issue at hand is whether religious based education is any better than the publicly funded school system. If the research shows that religious based edu...
Chapter Eleven Paradise - 3751 C.E. The space station may have been christened Paradise, although it hadn't always been known by that name, but even Isaac knew that the real paradise to which he expected to ascend would never be like this. This eight hundred year old space colony in the war-torn Meteorite Belt could never deserve such a name. But for Isaac...
Sto passeggiando per strada quando vengo attirato da un cartello che mi invita a provare il più realistico videogioco interattivo di tutti i tempi. Incuriosito entro nell'edificio e vengo accolto da una donna di mezza età che mi dice:"Benvenuto!Abbiamo messo a punto un videogioco in cui il giocatore è fisicamente presente nel mondo virtuale e ha la sens...