(Council of Heralds Room, Val Royeaux, Two Years Ago) As Jean-Marc Watched his Father beam with pride as he read the Scroll that thw Council of Heralds had produced to them, he knew at once his Life would Change Dramatically, for good or ill. That was when his Father passed him the Scroll, and it read: This Document is To Ratify that The Durotellian Family i...
The year is 2027, many years ago in the year 1918 the first publicly known Superpowered human came to be his name was Tom Decker he served in World War 2 as "The Strong Man" after ww2 lacking Nazis or Soviets to fight Tom wandered, fighting the rampant crime in the streets of the city formerly known as Lowell city. Soon more Superpowered beings sta...
Cadance checked her phone, the hint of a smile crossing her regal features, as she contemplated how to spend the day. It was a gorgeous late-summer afternoon in Equestria. She'd slept in, made herself look good, savored brunch, and was ready to tackle the day. Admiring her reflection in her phone, Cadance knew she looked good. The epitome of aristocratic pon...
Musa, the Spy Who Became Queen Author's Note The persons described in this story were real historical personalities. Many of the events in the story actually took place. However, the following story is still essentially a fiction because no one really knows how the main protagonists actually related to each other. This story attempts to fill the empty spac...
Meet Derek Dyson, a six-foot-three, burly, fifty-something Black man living in the City of Mobile, Alabama. He's the proud owner of Dyson Motors, the third-largest car dealership in all of Alabama. Dyson made his fortune playing for various teams in the National Football League, between 1988 and 2001. Dyson was worth seventy three million at the time of his...
Low tolerance for bullshit, that's something I most definitely feel every day of the week. There's an epidemic of stupidity out here in the Southwestern United States, and I wonder how long it's going to be before I lose it and smack a damn fool. I'm already in anger management over kicking some bitch's ass at Wal-Mart last month, so I don't need any more tr...
Rough Cut: A Moe Gafferson Mystery Edited By Poison Ivan Chapter 1 Moe Gafferson tried to sit up, but a fiery stab sliced through his ribs, he slumped back down against the starched white sheets. "Fuck," he said to an empty room. Moe had never been laid this low. Sure, he'd had a few scuffles over the years, like when he was ten years old and Mickey Bol...
I travel a lot. Whenever I tell people where I'm from, they look at me in a funny way. Sometimes I smile and nod, and other times I feel like shaking them. There are Indians, Chinese people and Pakistanis in the Republic of South Africa, it's not just Blacks and Whites down there! The name's Madeeha Abbasi, and my friends call me Maddy. I used to get pissed...
Jean-Yves could not stand receptions. He did not derive any pleasure from the small talk and the shallowness of exchanges, and he was put off by the artificial politeness that accompanied welcomes and introductions, the unspoken lines of taboos when it came to topics of politics, religion, and anything else covered under the umbrella of political correctness...
"Are you big?" Silence followed the question. Ellen looked at Max, and Max looked at Ellen. They sat a table in the back of a Mexican restaurant and ate lunch on a Tuesday. "I didn't mean that," Ellen said. "It's okay," Max said. "No, it's not okay. I shouldn't have said that. That was too far." "It's really okay." Ellen and Max knew each other from wo...