"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles today tomorrow will be dying." -Robert Herrick, "To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time." *** With his hands bound behind his back, Isaac marched through the woods. Seila walked behind him, prodding him the tip of a knife whenever he slowed down. This was their fir...
********* CHAPTER 1 ********* LOW FOG SHROUDED the countryside in mist. Hidden behind a leaden sky, the sun cast a meager light that did nothing to warm the cool, crisp air. After three days of rain, the ground was moist and soggy under her feet as Anári made her way back to the village. Clutching her basket to her chest, she stepped over a rotting log, car...
I've discovered over the last eight years that being a step-parent isn't easy. For example, I have no problem telling my adult daughter when I think she has made a mistake. As her father, I have both the right and the obligation to do so. But I hesitate to do the same with my step-children. And as far as my step-grandchildren go, I am very careful when I cor...
A femme fatale story, inspired by the stories of Edgar Allan Poe, traditional New England sailing lore, and the myths of Ancient Greece. *** My name is Captain William F. Lowell, son of the wealthy shipping magnate Samuel Lowell of New Bedford, Massachusetts. I took the helm of the merchant vessel, Valkyrie, which, having departed from the city of Boston,...
Howard Bryce went to the locker room five minutes before the whistle blew. He was in a hurry, hoping to beat his colleagues so he could change into his street clothes unobserved, and protect his secret. He power walked through the factory, taking an unauthorized shortcut between two processing machines (an act that would get him suspended for three days w...
Alone in her office, Rellenora stared at the clay cup on her desk with tear filled eyes. Inside the cup, there was a liquid abortifacient, which Rellenora had personally cooked up on a brazier. Everyone around her had assumed that she was brewing a fertility potion. She should have taken it by then. She had several minutes' worth of opportunities to swal...
***This is chapter four of a multi-part series. You'll want to read the preceding chapters first to get to know the characters and setting. If you have feedback feel free to share it. Send me a message or write a comment. I hope everyone understands this is fiction. If you're anonymous and complain something is offensive or unsexy, I honestly couldn't care l...
Hope you enjoy this story. Constructive feedback is appreciated. All characters over 18. —— David woke up late the next morning, a bit groggy from his late night. He was alone in bed, and it took a few seconds before the events from last night came flooding into his memory. His wife, Natalie, had gone out the night before and apparently had a great time....
I wish I could think clearer than I do. I wish I could see things better than I do. Sometimes, when you can see everything, you miss the things that matter most. My job? Seeing. And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn't be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed into a small room, and make sure no...
Terminological Problems "Penis...ick!" Angela thought to herself. Ugly word. Perhaps worse than vagina for ugliness. Not at all descriptive, nothing intriguing or erotic, or even friendly, about it. She sat on the bed between Gavin's legs, dreamily fondling his clean-shaven crotch, lost in a major reverie. So: a terminological problem. Definitely not...