The forest is a calm, serene setting, away from the hectic insanity from the human kingdoms and towns, and hidden away from the goblin dens where their scavengers would hopefully never find you. You took this plot for camp, burying your tent and fire within the dense trees. It was a place to relax from the mass of panic in every place you went. Goblin raid t...
I met Regan about two years ago when I volunteered for a local political candidate that shared my way of thinking. When I walked into the headquarters to offer my expertise, she was talking to another woman. She was taller than most women and therefore caught the eye easily. Her long raven hair cascaded over her shoulders and her scarlet lips accentuated he...
There is no sex involved in the telling of this story. You only get so many years here and then it's over. Even more important, you only get so many good years. I was beginning to worry that my good years were quickly running out. Don't misunderstand me; I didn't have a bad life, far from it. I had two children I adored, a husband I still loved and a gratif...
Note to reader: Saffiya Daoud is 28-year old French-Moroccan psychologist and sexologist. A graduate of Sorbonne, she is third-generation descendent Moroccan immigrants. A slender, olive-skinned raven beauty, she is a head turner. A sexually liberal woman, who has a difficult relationship with her family, due to her left-wing views and choice in lifestyle. N...
Isn't the political environment toxic these days? In the United States, I mean. The parties hate each other, one calling itself the Resistance while the other arguing amongst itself how to get legislation passed despite infighting and partisanship. You'd think going to a wedding would provide respite to the crazy nature of politics. Think again. The poli...
Gilbert Avenue was always quiet in the early evening - it was more of a late night neighborhood. It was too close to downtown Cincy for young families with kids, and too run down for anyone else except the stubborn residents who refused to be pushed out and those who couldn’t afford any better. Like Moe. So it wasn’t the lack of noise that prickled the back...
Tom tugged at the collar of his dress shirt in distress. "Remind me again why I'm attending this snobby nonsense?" he asked. "Because A, I finally got the nerve to introduce you to my parents, B, a dinner party gives us an excuse to hide in a crowd if needed, C because this white dress looks amazing on me, and D because you look even more amazing than us...
Chapter 47 – Investigative reporting Things started to get strange around the town and house a couple of months later, and it was Willow's fault in a way. Willow was the noon and evening news anchor for WWLX-TV. Between 12:30 and 5:00 p.m. she more or less had time on her hands, and during that down time she started to shift from perfecting her delivery (a...
My name is Cynthia Wilson. And I'm the whitest black chick you've ever met. Tall, slender, brown-skinned and green-eyed. The daughter of a biracial businessman and an African-American supermodel. I was born into wealth and privilege, and I'm sorry to say that I was quite stuck-up because of that. Also, I was one of those privileged black women who looked dow...
Few men in the world could make their own way these days. But those that could were afforded a unique luxury of freedom. Living in the protected wild lands of the former state of Colorado, Stan led a simple life, if a rough one. Today, he was fishing, hoping to catch some trout in a small lake. Leaning back in his boat with a six pack and an old portable cas...