Dale's house, set back from a lonely dirt road just off I-78 out in rural Pennsylvania, was full of plaster and ceramic sculptures of wildlife. He had a workshop studio in his basement with sculpting tools and supplies, and he had long since converted his garage into a gallery and store. People would drive all the way from New York and Philadelphia to buy hi...
Author's note: This story is a direct sequel to 'The Strangeness Within,' which I placed in Novels & Novellas, though it could also have been in this category. This tale won't make complete sense without reading the first book. The setting is (almost) our world, during the mid 1990s. The stories are probably best described as somewhere between fantasy and s...
PART TWO - CAMBRIDGE - 4 - "Velazquez was a very smart painter and his paintings are full of complex symbolism that critics still argue about today," Professor Cavendish explained, "In particular, there are quite a few aspects of the Rokeby Venus that scholars struggle to interpret. As you know, the mirror is the symbol of Venus and she is often painted wi...
Isolde becomes involved in the Renaissance I left the Pharoah and the land of Egypt fertile and blooming with Life and Love. Many moons I travelled, marveling at the beauty of the Land. Everywhere I went, I saw the faeries drinking their little offerings of milk and honey, the Druids crawling into caves, into the Belly of the Goddess to be reborn, as the g...
Ann stared into the mirror in disbelief. What she saw in that silver screen was absolutely terrifying. The saran-wrapped upper part of her body was tightly encased by a shiny, white, rigid material. Its polished, shimmering surface looked actually pretty neat, but those two objects that sprang from it weren't what they used to be. Their shape was like nothin...
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December 17, 2028, Sunday afternoon I loaded my suitcase and garment bag in the Jeep, then went back inside. Ginger and I stood in her living room, looking at each other and holding both hands. When Ginger glanced over at her living room window, this fifty-three-year-old woman began a girlish giggle and I followed suit. "I can't believe we did that!" she sa...
Bobby Joe was a strange sight working behind the counter at Mike's body building supplies. She was pale, her body soft and round her clothes dark and Gothic. She liked the Gothic look; sometimes she would even wear Steampunk to work. Mike didn't care; he had spotted her hanging out listening to her cheap mp3 player in front of the local gym almost every day...
Julie let her clothes fall into a puddle around her bare feet. Feigning nonchalance, she wandered onto the dull black sheet that covered the art department's graveyard of neglected cameras, burnt-out bulbs, and moth-eaten drapes. "Is this where you want me?" she asked. "Just a min-..." The photographer looked up from his camera, but the sight of Julie's na...
Almost dinnertime... but not yet I kneel pretty. Head up high and proud. Smiling and batting my eyelashes at any Mistress who looks at me. Shoulders back even though my wrists are shackled close to my collar. Back straight, Tits out. A coy "Mona Lisa" half-smile on my face when I don't know if any Mistress is watching or not. I scratch my nose and hope a Mi...