LOCATION: St. Petersburg, Russia ALIAS: Miranda Davenport, sex historian from New York City MISSION: Find and retrieve a stolen sex journal belonging to Catherine The Great and catch the thieves. For this mission, I traveled to St. Petersburg. When I arrived there, it was really cold. I came out of the plane, wearing a long black wool coat, a red peasant...
// Dedicated to LEAGEL, my wonderful editor// My name is of no importance. In this story I wasn't the hero, I wasn't even an extra. Yes, it is true that I had a part in this play. But for me the most important thing was to be there and to let it all happen. My wife Anastasia and I live in Denmark. I work in an international technology company. She is a...
The log cabin home was up, but so many things still needed to be done. Every morning the propane heater was on in the single large room of the house, and ice was treacherous on the road to town. Mornings were dark, and getting darker as October turned into November. Maya and I shared our body heat and laughed at the others trying to wiggle closer under the...
Author's Note: I fully realize that the laws for child custody and adoption are much more complex than represented here. The real laws are frequently counter-productive and in many cases provide less support for children -- rather than more. Several people have suggested that I change the time of the story back to when the bureaucracy was smaller -- but for...
It was a chilly spring day, the sun had not poked through the clouds yet over Hardstorm Kentucky and Travis looked out the window of his home. He opened the window to let fresh air in. It had been another cold night, and he wanted to get the smell from the fire in the chimney from last night aired out. It was going to be a busy day. He had to go into town la...
"East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet," or so wrote the illustrious Rudyard Kipling in his 'Ballad of East and West.' With all due respect to Kipling, however, the two have indeed met, and have been dancing a complicated exchange of goods, ideas and even people for many centuries now. And this cultural exchange applies to almost all...
On the road from Cape Town, South Africa Shane Cooke and Steven Patmore were taken by submarine to Cape Town. From there they were transported to Morhotlong, a city in the country of Lesotho. Being a landlocked country nearly in the center of South Africa, the country doesn't give much resistance as the coalition moves in. They sit in a troop transport tru...
Caleb paid the driver and tipped him a C note over. "Have a goodnight sir." "You too Biru." The cab driver smiled; his fare tonight was not typical; he'd asked his name and smiled as he made sure he pronounced it correctly. The man had sat quite most of the ride, but he put off a pleasant air and when he spoke to Biru he spoke to him, not at him. Mos...
A gorgeous friend, whom I dearly love and who I know is hotter in every way than Sarah ever thought of being, but who keeps me at arm's length, had the original idea for this story and for much of the humor. She didn't want her name revealed, however, so I'll just say thank you. She knows who she is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DECEMBER Sarah banked her old B...
Chapter 10: The Messages Day 13 13, October 2218 **Mexico City, Mexico** Mexico, Region 2 Oscar stared at his hands and arms while his tiny wife carried him by his arms while she flew through the cloudy skies. His scars where Menja had crudely stitched him back together, were lighter than before now. With her power, she healed him as much as she could b...