My name is Anthony Blake. A big and tall Black man living in the United States of America. Boston is the city I call home. I've lived there ever since I graduated from Brockton Community High School in 2000. Massachusetts is like no place on the planet Earth. Yet even this venerable state isn't free from the influence of those men and women I label the hat...
Note- Doctor Who is owned by the BBC. This is purely fiction inspired by the tv show for no monetary gain. xxx It had been two days since the thirteenth persona of the Time Lord had materialised in the ancient Roman Empire. Things had taken a turn for the worse the minute the Doctor had stepped outside the TARDIS and into the arms of the Praetorian Guard...
Huginn's Yule or, How the Jólfaðr Came Calling on Yuletide Eve * © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts her right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotat...
In England, the monarch has decreed that the brothels and nunneries be turned into breeding centres so they can have a bigger army. Many are in approval of this as it is a great honour to have many children. The Nuns in particular love this as they by far love to have kids, which they have sex as well. Many pagan Vikings from the dark age came to the island...
In the land of Eddonia the various tribes all worship the mother Jiah, goddess of the land. They pray to her and her children, sacred guardians who watch over the forests, rivers, and such and see to the health and prosperity of nature and the people. In order to appease these guardians, an offering is made of a member of the tribe to serve as a caretaker of...
This is the next chapter following my story, The Debutante The crowd parted as Lydia led the now leashed S. through their ranks. Her great eyes met no-one's but turned inward as S. hugged to herself D.'s parting kiss, his unspoken promise which she believed with every fibre of her being. Unconsciously, she straightened her strong shoulders, the small breast...
Brother Samuel Xavier here. America's favorite big and tall, openly bisexual Black male urban fiction writer. The man without fear. Always eager to speak up on behalf of men's rights and men's issues, race issues and humanitarian causes in general. Also, an outspoken defender of environmental issues and animal rights, and the most dedicated member of Society...
Metellus publius was scared. He felt shame at such a feeling, very unseemly for a Roman patrician and Senator. But he had learnt many years ago that such fear while unbecoming, was not uncommon. During the treason trials of Julius and Augustus Cesear, everyone had realised that the only thing a Roman had to fear in the world were other Romans. Metellus lef...
As I sat on my couch one evening watching that scathing documentary, "Mascara – Beauty Aid or Government Cover-up?", I noticed my dog doing what dogs do. By now, everyone has heard that old saw – "Why do dogs lick their balls? Because they CAN!". While I admired his dexterity, it led me to wonder what if..... it's amazing how many of my 'what ifs' are center...
My name was Antonius. I was the son of Marcus Antonius, a man from a proud family with a long tradition in the Roman Senate. My ancestors had served the Empire with long distinction. That was until the Time of Troubles. Through internal wrangling, my father lost all our money and as a result took a knife to his wrists. In the fall-out my mother married a ma...