Chapter 1—Death's Call March 7, 1819 Yet died he by a stranger's hand,And stranger in his native land;"The Giaour" by Lord Byron His skin was almost as pale as mine, except he had blue veins running full of blood beneath his flesh. I could not have known if he actually thought of me as corporeal or as a malady of his senses. Regardless, we had spoken at l...
As Camilla waited at home for Father Don Josiah to pick her up for their date on Wednesday night, she thought about the disturbances of her sleep, as well those of her lovers' sleep. She knew she had to be responsible: if Dr. Singh was right that Nigrovum had been feeding on the lusts of her dead lovers, as well as those of Miles Holland, Bob, Candice, and p...
Chapter Five: Karma When we woke the next day, we made slow and gentle love in the morning sunlight. It was so unlike what I normally associated with sex. It was a slow, sensual, ever-deepening closeness; not a mad rush for pleasure. Oh, make no mistake, the orgasms were there for me, but the real treasure was the developing feelings between me and the man...
THE LONG ROUTE "Would anybody really be surprised if Justin Bieber had the name 'Geraldo' tattooed on his penis?" I asked the stay-at-home mom wearing nothing but well-placed body paint. Through a concrete coating of eyeliner, she stared back at me, gulped the remainder of her Fuzzy Navel, and headed out to the dance floor. Three cowboys wearing ass-less c...
Hey Readers!! This is the first installment of Whispers of Redemption so feedback and voting would be much appreciated. Enjoy :) * Prologue: "Adversity introduces a man to himself" "What's this?" Bruce spat "Ravioli" Kayla murmured. "Well, hell. Did I say I wanted fuckin' ravioli?" He shoved the heavy plate off the table with a swift and brute force. K...
Chapter 1 April 1589 -- Loch Leven The drenching rains fell heavy as they often do in spring, in the western highlands of Scotland. Through the trees in the early morning, grey haze, a flash of lightning illuminated the murderous eyes of a small army of clansmen peering upon the sleeping village. The evil in the eyes of the leader showed the mindset on car...
A lot of people say that my religion is violent. There are lots of violent men in all races and religions, and people shouldn’t generalize. As a black man living in North America, I know this all too well. People’s habit of generalizing and oversimplifying that which they do not understand. My name is Solomon “Suleiman” Winston and I am a man with a story to...
Prologue Jack stared into the barrel of the gun, mesmerized by its inherent power. The dark steel seemed to absorb the light, and even hope itself, as if the weapon knew that its actions were truly irrevocable. Jack looked into its single black eye for an eternity, allowing himself to be seduced by it. Willing himself to overcome his fears. Fighting his fig...
~~Chimera~~ He did not like where this was going. The ship moved at a slow pace, or at least he thought it was slow. In the middle of the night, the stars and breeze should have been more than enough of a guide, but the fog of the dead blocked his senses. It felt almost as if they were holding still, but the rest of the crew assured him they were moving, s...
Tarquinne had learned all he could from Toad. Toad sat snuffling upon a step leading down from the Queen's tower. His lip was split and swollen, and he gingerly rubbed a bald patch where a bit of his oily hair was torn out. Tarquinne stalked up and down on a landing above him. He wiped his hands upon his pants legs again and again. He felt a new spike of an...