The Arrival of Miss Batholomew My new governess arrives a week before I am to turn eighteen. She comes in an open trap, carried from Canterbury station by a rough looking man whose business it is to take ladies and gentlemen where they wish. He makes no offer to help her down, nor to lift her bags, and our butler Henderson makes a gesture and one of the foo...
1. "Your new book is selling pretty well," said Irina Slonimska, Roger's editor. "Plumbing for the Panic-Stricken fills a definite need. I don't mind telling you that it saved me several hundred dollars in New York City plumbers' bills when I was editing the manuscript." "Did it really?" asked Sharon Hillstein, eying her old college roommate across the t...
Hello all, for those who remember me, it's been a while. While I was writing The Loners, I mentioned that I was working on a very large project. This is that project. This is the first few hundred pages of the first of four books, which is currently vastly incomplete at this time, so I apologize for the abrupt ending this has. (This is also my 4th rewrite of...
© Fionna Guillaume 2016 *** Prologue: The Cards Rosemary sat in the back room of Triple Goddess Herb Shop, drinking a huge mug of chamomile tea and feeling sorry for herself. She'd just been dumped. Again. This time the sad, nascent relationship had made it all of three months before disintegrating beneath the barest discussion of a long-term future. Jaso...
Greater New York Jinro could see cranes dancing in the imperial garden at Kyoto. Their antics, wings flapping, necks dipping and gyrating, were graceful, choreographed by evolution over thousands of years. The vision was faded like an old photo or distant memory. He'd left Japan with to live with his American father when he was 9, and filled his head with t...
Chapter 1 The planet Bacchus was apparently named after some ancient God of Harvest and Wine. This God was supposed to represent having a good time. As Bron shoved another corpse into the reclamation vat he considered the hellish reality behind the face of the 'party planet'. Bacchus was dedicated to the pleasures of the flesh. If it felt good, tasted good...
Chapter One Prologue -- This time I have tried my hand in a story that is set in a distant future. A little dystopic -- but it gives me the freedom to create people and places, and I thought it would be nice to try this genre. This is not 'a fuck a page' story, so if that's what you are looking for -- this is not it! It does have a lot of erotica, but...
Mike's Navy: a novel in five parts Part 5: Changes copy write 2014 Chapter 66 Sunday 23 June, 1985 When Mike parks by the gate and snoozes Ken Daniels wakes him. "Sorry, I didn't know anyone was out here. I'm going off shift but Ferman's down there. Toot your air horn." Mike looks at his watch and sees it's nearly seven thirty. He toots his air h...
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists, Wizards, aliens, historians, and sluts in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental. I swear. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violen...
A Somewhat Less Than Divine Comedy Driftwood: A Prelude to the Evening 'Let me to take you down -- 'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields' Lennon/McCartney Rogues Bay, Tortola, BVI Today There were a few low clouds scudding over the far horizon, yet all-in-all the day's weather was looking good -- better than good, really, especially for the time of...