After I'd researched the science behind it and finally constructed it, the first question, of course, was how to put it to use . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The campus gleamed on this September afternoon, warm, clear and a bit breezy. I fit into the scene, my old t-shirt and jeans might seem a bit bizarre should anyone care to closely inspect m...
Chapter 15 (The Dolly) Marshall Texas~ With Grandma Wisdom's passing came the move of moves. Pat (Sandra's Mother) and the girls (Michelle, Stacey and Melissa) whom were in Pat's care now after much debate of placement after their mothers (Gwen, Sandra's sister) death, moved into grandma Wisdom's house. Sandra, Phillip and I moved into Pat's trailer. Now...
Do you have any idea what it's like to genuinely feel afraid of death after existing for thousands of years as a nigh-invincible Immortal? Welcome to my life. My name is Makeda, although I go back by Mark Cedars these days. Even after walking the earth for many centuries, I am still in awe of what modern man can come up with. That's why I'm studying civil en...
Anne felt so peaceful as she laid next to that stranger Bedouin under that big carob tree on their hike route. They were laying on a tattered carpet, which Salem, their tourist guide, brought last year in a hike with a Swedish group. He likes sitting there, overlooking the Lake of the Galilee, every time he passes by on his tours up to Nazareth. She was lo...
"You're simply incorrigible and arrogant, Mr. Omar Stephens, someone should definitely teach you a lesson," Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland said, and the slender yet curvy blonde academic pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and sighed. She leaned against her desk, inside her private office. They were in the Law School at Canada's Capital University. Lic...
This story is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God. THE WINTER OF 1946-47 was long and cold in northern Montana. On Christmas Day my father pulled me on my brand-new sled to a neighbor's house, where we borrowed a load of firewood that we stacked on our back porch. I seem to remember that the thermometer read --55 that day,...
Part IV Chapter 22 ____________________________________ Walking along Hesperian Boulevard towards Oakland, the man held his thumb out, hoping to catch a ride into the city. He looked grubby, and to most who looked at him as they passed, more than a little dangerous, and so car after car roared by without so much as a tap on the brakes. After a half-mile o...
As Salam Alaikum, my people. The name is Steve "Suleiman" Fleur, and I'm a big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Hull, Quebec. I'm an accounting student at the Hull campus of the University of Quebec, and lately, life has been throwing a lot of hurdles my way. No bed of roses, that's for damn sure. Might as well tell you about...
There is a time in some lucky people’s lives that experimenting with sex, positions, location, partners, genders is possible- for most of us middle-class kiddos that time is at University, away from home for the first time, pushed together into first year accommodation blocks with cheap booze, soft drugs and an itch that needs scratching. Most people grow ou...
It was 7.30 in the evening of my twenty-eighth birthday, and I was sitting outside a bar on Tripoli's Sharia Istiklal (Independence Street) with a half-litre of ice-cold Amstel in front of me, watching the young Italian girls walking up and down arm in arm in twos and threes on their regular evening passeggiata, chattering away to each other and eyeing the b...