I am a victim of Writers' Block. Not the version most people know. I am not a writer whose muse has deserted him. I don't have a problem with fresh material to write about or some new, clever way to entertain the vast, unwashed masses. I don't have a problem putting words on paper, or more likely, into some form of word processor. I don't have these proble...
*Thanks to PokingFun for the wonderful edit* (There is no sex in this episode - sorry) (In the One in Ten story line, bad things happen to our protagonist and others. I could be seen as non-consensual, and it is, but that is not the root of the tale. It is about oppression, discrimination, and abuse of power. It is also about human worth, friendship and lo...
It is the year 2087 by the old reckoning, or year 21 of the 'Pepsi' Colony. Tonight is an event of momentous import, 'The General', leader of the colony, is dying. He has been sick for months, and steadily growing sicker, but that is not why he is going to die: he is going to die because you are going to kill him. When The General sized power in the colony...
"How you doing with your...." The postman started before tilting his head down towards Curt's wheelchair and lack of legs while Curt signed the postal form for a registered letter. "Just great." He handed the clipboard back and stuffed the envelope between his hip and the side of the chair. The postman looked him over a few more times. "The misses' been bu...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. This story originally began back around late summer 2015 and was planned to be posted around early September in celebration of Salma's 49th birthday. After months of not touching it and forgetting about it, sometime last summer I be...
EPILOGUE The wave hit Rosebud in the back covering her with spray. Murat screamed: "Big one coming", but before she could turn around green seawater covered her and sent her tumbling to the beach. Her belly and breasts scraped the sand and then the water receded again. On hands and knees Rosebud looked around for her stepson and the both of them started lau...
Ch. 8 - Time Out for Football After the Susan and Phyllis sendoffs to chase the organ, I was finishing breakfast when Clemmie arrived with a frown. "I had to sleep by myself last night." I gathered her into my lap and kissed her. "I'm just an ass, as usual. Of all the women who deserved special attention last night, you were the one." "Better. Keep talk...
CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE, JANUARY 5, 2006 "Tuff-Cuff Disposable Satin Nickel Handcuffs" "Check" "Humane Restraint Nickel Finish Leg Irons" "Check" "Custodial Cuffing Lightweight Aluminum Handcuffs" "Check" "Tactical Hinged Handcuffs with Colored Coating" "Check" Soapy looked up from his pad wearily at his very pregnant daughter Selma, now The Widow...
Fantasy 4: Muy Caliente Arnold Craven’s rolls up his magical mystery tour with Salma Hayek Our man about town Arnold Craven entered Cedars Hospital to visit his friend Johnny Olron who recently figured out in a car race accident. “Valves burned out,” Johnny had said on the phone. Along the way while waiting for the elevator door to open, he overheard a c...
Given the subtitle of the book is "The Sexual Awakening of a Muslim Woman" I was not initially surprised that the author used a pseudonym, picturing her writing from beneath the veil in an oppressive country for women like Afghanistan or Saudi Arabia. As I began reading the book though I found she was from Morocco, where the oppression is much less intense....