a dreamer Ariadne dreamt, and in her dream she lay on a bed of woody vines. All around her were strange flowers, those strange petaless things which were newly woven into her consciousness. They wound round her with the softest of affections, tickling her face. They were strange unknown things given by her lover, things which she hadn't truly known in...
A girl, phoned. "Phone for you," the barmaid said, handing over the mobile handset. "Who is it?" the girl asked, taking it. She sat at the bar, all dressed again. The collar had not been really locked, so she could take it off without a key. But it might take a few days for the slight bruise to leave her throat. Not to mention other bruises. "I don't...
In February 1978 a Regional Meeting of the Commonwealth Heads of Government (CHOGM) was being held in Sydney, Australia. In the early hours of February the 13th 1978 an explosive device detonated inside a garbage truck outside Sydney's Hilton Hotel. Two council workers were killed by the blast and a policeman died later from injuries received. This much is...
27 "Before I tell you I need to explain something. I have worked for these people for the last two years and up until very recently I thought that they were the good guys, at least that was what they kept telling me. My involvement until this assignment was to provide certain important people with 'entertainment'. I wasn't involved in the actual entertainme...
An uncommonly cool breeze stirred dying leaves across the cobblestone paths of the village. Lamps within windows were snuffed; only the torches at the bridge and before the tavern cast any light upon the ground. Shadows were plentiful, and within those shadows strode the Spectre That Walks. Bagdemagus enjoyed this time of night, when the village was quiet a...
JULY 15, 89: What a fine and glorious day! A slight breeze carries a comfortable temperature all through the city. The sun is bright and chipper, but there's more to my happiness than weather! In addition to our blessed nature, I continue receiving amicable visitors. I don't have a moment's peace for people keep stopping by, saying hi, congratulations, so o...
At the base of Mount Olympus, near to the border between the realms of mortals and gods, there was a large and glorious hot spring. The waters of the spring bubbled up from the ground, warmed by the fire of Hades, and the bathes it formed ranged in temperature from comfortably warm to scalding hot. The air was always thick with steam and pleasantly scented t...
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A break up with a woman leads a young man into a relationship with her sister. I certainly never intended to hurt Dill. She was too sweet for me to ever want that to happen. Jane, now that might be a different story! Though, I'm not a vengeful person, in the back of my mind I am pretty sure there was some tiny kernel of retribution that I thought I might b...
On the third Sunday in September, outside Los Angeles in the hills of Sherman Oaks, two beautiful wives in their late twenties lounged by an Olympic-sized swimming pool. They were at Jan Marshall's home and Sandy Carter lived next door. "It's as hot as a day in July," said Jan, who swept locks of her luxurious auburn hair from her face and tucked them behin...