For months now she had pondered an idea of getting back to join internet community people. She had come to know its advantages and disadvantages. She knew of how it brought people together from every state. Her new computer was going to her latest toy to compensate for her husband being mentally away when home then off to work on the night shift which began...
CHAPTER 6: NEITHER WITH A BANG, NOR A WHIMPER As is always the case, various sections of the community clearly saw the danger early and did their best to warn the authorities and the people long before any official attempt was made to tackle the problem. And, as had always been true, by the time the governing bodies did stir, it was already too late. Media...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Rose has disappointed her Master by losing a Greased Gladiator match at the club. This is the story of the aftermath of that match told more or less from Rose's perspective as she comes to grips with the Master's punishment of silence and then is slowly led into the truth of who she truly is and what her Master has d...
Interlude I: The Promise of Sand Sand lies underfoot, silent, unknowing, windswept. Sun streams down on vast reaches of sand, it's journey complete. Silent sand, caressed by sun, warmed by the indifference of chaos, sand drifts along the boundary between land and sea. Between what was, and what is. Between being and becoming. Sand drifts just in silence,...
Ashta takes a moment to center herself from her ordeal, deeply breathing in the cool night air to relax on the rickshaw she shares with Antonia. The rickshaw rides down a wide pedestrian bridge over Hume River, pulled by a Kharcan, a chalk-white dwarfish alien no taller than four feet but has a massively muscular body, giving him greater strength than most h...
XLA Well-Rounded EducationKaren2063 It was with genuine affection that Karen gazed across the kitchen table at the hairs on Kevin's chest. She leaned forward and placed an open palm over them, entangling the tips of her fingers in its grey wiry forest. He was still damp from the shower they'd shared after making love together on the living room sofa. She ro...
Warning: this is a work of adult fiction; all characters are over 18 and this should not be read by anybody under that age. Humbly dedicated to my Goddess, Lady Izzabelle ________ It was just another Tuesday evening. A boring day at the office was over and Ian was surfing the net for some entertainment. Ever since he could remember Ian had been drawn to...
It is the shortest day and the longest night, and I have come of age this day. Yet I grieve also, and the woman for whom I grieve I had thought to be my mother all my life. But now I find that she was not my mother, and now I am motherless. My name is Alex Cain, and I am motherless, and I swear to find my mother. The funeral cortege wound its way to the mau...
Raion had no doubt that the day must come when Sakura left Him. Realism is a component of Japanese culture. Yes the past in an intrinsic part of the present but the future must bring change by its very chaotic nature. Sakura was but a flower in the bud, the bloom she would become would need experience in the garden of life in all its forms to be magnificent...
The room is dimly lit; there's the light from the bathroom, and from many candles, the little short kind, scattered around the room. Shadows dance in the flickering light, and soft music is playing in the background. It's a large bed, king size, with a fluffy quilted top; the covers are turned down, and three pillows are fluffed full, laying end to end just...