Moriarty left her desk in search of the project supervisor and found her sitting in her office, reading the local newspaper. She looked up from her broadsheet as Moriarty appeared at the door and offered a mild smile. "The cultures have been separated and the discs are now in the freezer," Moriarty announced, seething to be reporting to a mere graduate stu...
My name is Byron Blanc. I'm a five-foot-eleven, lean and fit young man of Haitian-American descent. I live in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, but I was born and raised in the town of Atlanta, Georgia. I'm twenty seven years old and hold a Master's degree in Criminal Justice from Georgia State University. I used to be a cop in Atlanta for three years bef...
My name is Safia Dahir. I'm a twenty-five-year-old woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the town of Hargeysa in the great nation of Somaliland. I've been living in the Confederation of Canada since 2004. I've recently become a citizen of this great, if sometimes xenophobic nation. I recently marr...
The two men had been arrested under new laws that had been implemented under the recently passed legislation that had been introduced by the all female parliament after the narrow victory of the Ausitanian Democratic Women's Party in the recent election. They found themselves about to be charged at the notorious Prochody jail under the newly enacted Sexual H...
There is much to be said about one's origins, that's for sure. My name is Solomon Rashid Joseph. I was born in the City of Detroit, Michigan, to a Haitian-American mother and Lebanese immigrant father. My father, Rashid Ahmed, met my mother, Nicolette Joseph, while attending Wayne State University in the 1980s. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, he died w...
Both characters appearing in this work of erotic fiction are over 18 years of age. In my imagining, as I type this story out, both are actually between 25 and 30 and are purely fictional. ***** Leg up and foot pointed. The bundled sheer fabric is pulled taut against those cute toes and the hose is slowly pulled up and over her foot. The silken black stock...
Arianne Voric shifted down a gear, feeling the strong pull of the two litre engine as she accelerated into the long, climbing curve. Her leather gloved hands moved deftly across the steering wheel instinctively correcting an incipient skid as the road surface changed from dry to damp under the fringe of fir trees that bordered the A1 highway. As the road str...
Chapter Two - Balwyn Balwyn PD had 1200 police officers and about five hundred civilian staff on the payroll. The PD recruited thirty police cadets every three months with the expectation that not all of them would graduate; some of them would either fail the course or drop out of the Balwyn Police Academy before graduation. The Department recruited just e...
He looked familiar. His long, trauma-whitened hair, melancholic look, and steely grey eyes reminded Otep of someone. His face turned into a look of disdain when he noticed the cute Anubis girl approaching her. "Who the hell are you?" He spoke in unconcealed hate. "Theo?" "Who the fuck is Theo?" The man had no humanity left, but a shell of hate visible to...
This is a straight-to-the-point stroke story, so read it with that in mind please :) It'll also make a bit more sense if you read the first 5 chapters before this one, although they stand alone as well. Any feedback is welcome. ----- Julie had been working on tuning the engines and after a hard days work, she decided to go watch a movie in the ships loun...