Dip. Swish. Dip. Swish. Jenny and Priya plunged their paddles in the water trying to catch up. Jenny had insisted on stopping their canoe to pick some blueberries and now the other canoes were out of sight. Their high school had organized this final school trip for the graduating class. End of June, summer just starting, college still 3 months away, 50 excit...
Two Gun Salute To Life This story is from the world of the Mirror of Love. It is a separate story but ties into the other as the stories weave together. My name was Jack Slaughter and that's what I did. I was born with this curse that I wore like a tight fitting suit of clothes from that first day until now. A ball bouncing down a hill was slow to me. A...
Wake on this day surprised, can hear the train. Train no come until after vittles, well does some come during vittles, always when engineer is urged to be faster. Would reckon Gus was asked to get to the last town on his line right quick, and then back. Push Dan off the bed afore he wake then we are both rushing to get in cloth. In my case I am getting in t...
"Politics find common thread everywhere," Mustafa Machar said to himself, as he languished in his little cell, awaiting his execution. In a few hours, the sun would rise, and for the first time in centuries, he would be there to greet it. It would be the very last thing he ever saw, for the light was lethal to his kind. Can't escape genetics, Mustafa thought...
*** Hello all, this is the second installment in my short story trilogy, which is just one of the infinite tales from my fantasy universe. Someone recently noted that the characters behaved more like demigods than humans, and this is appropriate as the characters are of a very powerful race, very ancient and magical. I think this semi-divine appellation is...
I wish I could move. I want to. I want to get up from here and run as far and fast as I can from this horrible place. To scream for help... but no one would be there to help me. No help for me. Or for my sister. I can see my sister. Like me her eyes weep from where the knives plunged in. The skin bruised, torn and ragged around her mouth. Her insides vomi...
Voting is nice, ya'll know how to do that so vote. Waking up this day is something of a relief, and trial. Could not sleep well, kept waking up to odd sounds or another waking. Their movement wakes me if not up already, though strangely no one else has problems sleeping. The sky is lit when I wake, guess no hunting today. At least I'm still the first awake,...
What would you do if you could live forever? For me, it's a question I fear to ask myself. I'm not sure I would like the answer. My name is Kalibar Barok and I was born in what is today called Tunisia, in Africa. The land in which I was born was once called the Carthaginian Empire. I was born in the summer of 650 B.C. Long before the fall of heroic Carthage...
The name is Richard "Dick" Blackstone. I'm dead serious. That's the name I go by. A big and tall Black man in his late twenties. Usually clad in a Black leather jacket over tight-fitting dark clothing and Black leather boots. That's how I appear to the world. And it suits me just fine. In the eyes of the world, I'm the founder and CEO of Blackstone Limited,...
A note from the author: As someone who thinks about erotica for a large portion of his waking day, my biggest complaint on the subject is that in a lot of short stories the characters rarely earn the fuck the author describes in blow-by-blow detail. I'm all for anal fisting in the dirtiest bathroom in Scotland, I just want to feel some connection with the c...