It was cold that day, colder than usual for October. I sat in my office, staring out the window at the ash colored sky, waiting for a client. Despite my current state, the work had been as brisk as the weather lately. The fall months always seem to start the bad times for relationships. Maybe it was the way the days always seemed gray, or the fact that peopl...
The music called to her in a way that was indescribable. It was almost as if the music had a mind of it's own and was trying to control her. It made her sway her hips to the harsh beat causing her skirt to rise and show the world a peek of her pink thong. Shockingly, she wasn't very concerned about that, many of the girls in the club opted to not wear any pa...
After contributing so many pieces on the ways of the flesh to this site, I thought I might contribute at least one piece of the ways of the soul to provide some balance. (This subject is what I focus on my other life.) Do you survive the death of the physical body? That depends on what you are. You may not be what you think you are. You, like Scrooge, may n...
(oil painting by Jaisini) Wet Dream, an oil painting by Jaisini, in terms of exploration of own sexuality, dreams, or nightmares, belongs to a human traditional need for personal revelations. The imagery of the work is of a usually Jaisinesque theme that is not to be a statement or an illusion, but which summons the emotions. In Wet Dream, the feelings of...
Just a short essay on the situation we read about so often about the cheating spouse that laughs as they put one over on their partner. Who do they really hurt in the long run? Who is the chump? The one who loves fully, or the one who pretends, lies and cheats behind the other's back? Always searching for something they already have, if they only opened t...
(Author's Note: this chapter contains characters from Russellbeach's More Chapter in his: Your Naruto Adventures story, of which I am an editor) As he walked to the Academy with Hinata Hyūga on his Arm to speak to Iruka about his new Genin Team, he knew that it was going to be a pain in the as making time for his many girlfriend's and his students, he also h...
Logos and psyche appear to be two sides of a coin, two warring factions within the documented realm of history. Whether legend or myth, truth or fable, parable or documentary, times present or times past, there has always been a perceived conflict between logos and psyche. Yet the two are opposite sides of the same coin, and the core of the coin, the ever pr...
We were on vacation a couple weeks ago in Europe and decided to stay in a small village in southern France for a few days. One morning Jeff suggested we head down to the local marker and pick up some food for a picnic. While shopping we noticed a local scoter rental place Jeff instantly wanted to rent one and go for a drive off the major route to visit a sm...
Without characters, a story is little more than a detailed road-map, or atlas. Empty scenes, and situations would be hollow, blank neighborhoods, fictional deserts of magnitudes post apocalyptic. Imagine reading a book where you were given beautiful descriptions, detailed environments, dangerous scapes, and deadly terrains, but nothing happened. Ever. Thi...
I awoke and could not move. Not that I my arms and legs could not move but that I had neither arms nor legs. All my being, my flesh was immobile, hard and unforgiving despite my efforts. I could see, but things were black. I lay still, trying to hear my own heart, and the air of my lungs but not a sound; no sign of life with in me was evident. Yet even witho...