My Papa died when I was rather young. I have very few memories of him. Mostly feelings and images. Some of these images are artificial, told to me by others or from pictures in the family album. I know that my Papa played Barrel of Monkeys with my sister and me on one of our birthdays, but I don't really remember the event. I always had the impression that p...
In my line of work, you don't sleep in: the morning rush is good, easy money. I don't wake up so much as rise from my brief catnap, grabbing a quick shower, putting on minimal makeup and shimmying into something provocative. Today it's a tight, short blue dress, the one Mr. G likes because he's a regular and sometimes tips extra, along with matching pumps an...
Willa's story Chapter One I was born and raised in a very religious family on a small farm in Manitoba. One brother was several years older, but my other brother, Sam, was my twin. We were home schooled by Mama so we had very little contact with other children. As a result, Sam and I were very close. We played together and quite literally grew up knowing...
Part Twenty-Six “No--” I said in a strangled voice. “No, I’m not undead! I can touch holy objects!” My heartbeat pounded in my ears, another proof of life. What could the Bearer of Indictments mean? “Like these--” Deadman suddenly glanced at the cartridges I had been about to display, and I broke off and hid them inside my jacket. Aitch hadn’t missed the...
Day 6 - Picture perfect day The previous day for Kaitlin and Andrew had been different but still very wonderful in its own way. Although neither one had yet shared with each other their innermost thoughts and feelings during the short time they had been together this past week, in some ways in felt like to both of them they had at last found their soul mate...
This is the last chapter. Heads up, there's no sex in this one, but read on to see how things turn out. Thanks to everyone who have read, voted on and favorited the chapters! *** I took Lynn home. She asked about the shiner, and I told her I was pushed accidentally into a piece of equipment. Her expression told me she didn't believe me, but I wasn't in the...
Chapter 2: Star Child Pain. The throbbing of my face stung even through my dream. It felt as though a wasp had been jammed into my mouth and it jabbed me over and over injecting its venom in the same place. The butterfly of black, green, red, and blue shattered like glass. My eyes twitched and I became aware of a soft sensation rubbing against me. Groggily...
Nine months later, Morwen gives birth to a little girl whose skin is as white as snow, lips the deep burgundy red of blood and with hair the black of a raven's wing. But it is her eyes that are different than human eyes. Her eyes are violet in color, a violet so rich like the flower it is named after. The king and queen decide to name their daughter Rhoswen,...
It is great, to wake up next to Chris, even though it is because of Alem-Tsehay's crying. It is not so great to find out she has wet herself. It must be because Chris is lying in between us—I didn't have contact with her—that this could happen. Chris also wakes up, and although he doesn't say, I can clearly see he's annoyed by the wetness next, and perha...
NB: All characters and reference to real places and historical names are meant to be used in purely fictitious ways. This is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any person alive or dead. Prologue Legend tells of the Florentine poet, Dante Alighieri whose love for Beatrice led him on a spiritual journey to help him see the errors of his way. His...