Author's Note: I recently learned that waffles have been around since at least the Medieval Times. I think that's neat. Just wanted to share. ****** On this morning, another ceremony had just finished in the Lotus Shell. The highest ranking Child of Hope, the Golden Lotus, was an older priest. He, along with two younger priests, and Delma, had performed...
My God, my Savior, please hear my prayer. I sit on my knees, my arms stretched in front of me and my head bowed with closed eyes. My flesh is exposed, pure and untouched by the hands of any other man. I am the picture perfect of a woman in prayer. I am the sacrificial lamb set at the altar of my god. Take the offering I place before thee I feel him before...
The Ahlissan Chronicles ~ Novella 2 ~ A Perilous Journey ~ 12 ~ Sword Against Sorcery Deloraa watched from the darkness of her perch high on a pillar just outside the central circle of light. She had watched as Lyzandred's thrall Meredith ran across the room and attempted to lock the doors to the ceremonial chamber. The demonic witch-priestess has also...
The City of Ottawa, Ontario, is experiencing the first true heat wave of the summer in mid-June, and it is a beautiful thing. For Zahra Said, a native of Al Bahah, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the summer heat was most welcome. She'd been living in the Canadian Capital for a decade, ever since her father, Mohammed Said, fled Saudi Arabia after being found guilty...
In the stillness of the night, a tiny angel sleeps; her wings nestled securely around her fragile porcelain frame that is battered and bloodied from endless hours spent trying to release her warrior from his tomb. She is exhausted from the effort. Her body is broken and her soul is forever scarred. She shivers in spite of the slight protection that her sil...
Face down and ass up, that's the way I like to pray. That's how we Muslims do it. I never gave much thought to how it must look, until someone very dear to me, who happens to from another faith, pointed it out. The things one never notices, eh? My name is Yasmin Hussein and I'm a young Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I...
The crow soared far above the prairie, looking down over vast herds of buffalo in the endless fields. The dust trailed them for miles and the rumble could be heard even in the clouds. Mo'ki felt the wind on her wings as she circled in the Ghost Dance. Moving around the dancers in her feather robe she silently left her body and became Crow Woman. She was not...
Standing there thinking of the years training to serve people. Even the earliest memory you have is to serve your parents. When you entered the convent learning to serve as a Nun you felt at home, but something always seem to be missing as if there was more. You spent your life serving others to find what was missing. Then one day a few months ago you went...
A romantic yet sexy story of two lives that intertwined after the couple had experienced puppy love and wrong love, or just plain love gone wrong! Chapter 2 -- The Discovery Process Dusty and Christy both knew that something had happened during their first kiss. It was like no other kiss they had either experienced before. There was a magic or a power in t...
He was a Jesuit priest wannabe. Appropriately named Joseph. As catholic as they come. And so intense, serious, bookish, and with all the pent up sexual tension of a 21 year old who had always believed he would be celibate for life. I don't like to think I was either his downfall or his salvation, but perhaps I was at least his epiphany. We had been friends f...