Note: This story is part of a small volume of stories that I have posted here previously. They will appear with different names as chapters (10 in all). I think these stories stand alone well, but they are meant to be read as part of a larger work entitled "Divorcing Myself From Myself." This chapter, #10, is called "Amy." It has been posted previously und...
Cheyenne, Wyoming. I'm hot, tired, and thirsty from a long drive, and I want to drink. I also want to bone. It's been awhile. While I'm checking in at the dumpy hotel I'm staying at in the shadow of the historic train depot, the Sikh who owns the place says I should check out a "gentlemen's club" on the outskirts of town called The Fool's Lair. He puts...
Illustrations by LunA. 6. FALL FROM GRACE The world stopped. Grace was frozen, and felt reality slip away. They key dropped from her hand and she didn't even hear it hit the floor. Panic stabbed her like a knife to the heart. He was here. The man of her nightmares, the man who vowed to destroy her and everyone she ever loved, he was here, in the one place...
Jori Part 2 -- Iteration A Fairy Tale of Sorts Author's note: This is part 2 of a 4-part story arc. Please read Part 1 first. As always, character development is important to me so most of my stories start slowly. All characters, mythical and otherwise, are over eighteen. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * He dared not move. He dared not stay where he was. He did not kno...
The Late Mrs Carter by Vandemonium1 Back in the dim dark past of 2017, BigGuy33 wrote a fine story called 'Mrs Carter'. In 2019, BlackHeart93 continued it and added a twist of malice. I read both recently and an obvious extension occurred to me. Below is the result. I have to say I took a little artistic licence with the ending of the original. As with t...
Jori Part 1 – Rejuvenation A Fairy Tale of Sorts Author's note: This is part 1 of a 4-part story arc. As always, character development is important to me so most of my stories start slowly. All characters, mythical and otherwise, are over eighteen. * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * This was bad. Thick forest, no trail, pitch dark and raining. Navigating by the inter...
"Shush... girls, shush," Kate says with a drunken, lopsided smile, raising up her bottle of Jose Cuervo like it was the flagon of an ancient Norse god. "I'd like to propose... a fuckin' toast." I resist the urge to clear my throat, letting it pass. Kate was trashed and she deserved this moment, she'd earned it. Honestly, we all had. "To fuckin' Dischord,"...
Guy Dorr chuckled upon passing a safe distance away from his latest mark. The man continued to haggle with the hawker at his cart, completely unaware that he no longer had any coin to pay once the dueling pair reached an acceptable price. Guy had slit the man's purse with a razor sharp knife without even breaking stride. Slipping the coins into his own purs...
High noon of the twentieth day of the month of the goddess Juno in the Roman year 701 was brightly sunny and dry under a celestial blue sky. Lisinia brought her young son, Valens, to the servant's quarters of the latifundium owned by the Solinus gens, the wealthiest patrician clan in Tivoli. Lisinia introduced the boy to Oliva, the toothless and round-belli...
Brash the Dragon hit the ground face first, skidded three meters, and came to a stop with his feet curled up against his shoulder blades. He lay there, groaning for a few seconds, then rolled around until he was merely on his face. "Ouchatronic..." he muttered. Then he sat up and gasped. The world had shifted. His perspective had changed. For most...