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The Gladiatrix

by Midnight_Flux on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

[Notes - I refer to the heroine, Meda, as an Ethiopian as this is what the Romans would probably have called her. In actual fact she is from an area now found in modern Sudan. -Coruncanii is a fictional town.] -------------------- - A few miles away from a little village in East Africa, close to Meroe (Sudan) 1 AD - Meda peered through the long grass, k...

Legacy Pt. 02

by yibala on Mar 30, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

A light rain fell just before midday as Nandi arrived at Lulathe's compound. Like Nandi, her kin lived well outside the town of Murutse. The outer walls, made of mud brick, were surrounded by crops of beans, melons and honeybush. A perimeter of pillar-like ancestral stones guarded the entire area. In most settlements, these carven obelisks were consecrated...

The Spa

by Ed0613 on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

It was a nasty business, and he was a nasty man. He was short, fat and sloppy and he sprayed spittle when he talked. I didn't like him, and I didn't like what he did for a living or what he stood for. If I controlled the law firm where I worked, I would not have him as a client, but the senior partners over ruled me and there I was, in my first year as a pra...

The Fall Ch. 06

by ausfet on Nov 25, 2017
Non-Erotic

Cyril was standing in the little shed with Anna O'Sullivan, smoking the marijuana she'd bought online. At fifty-six and sixty-five years of age respectively, they were the oldest sneaky potheads in the area. They both agreed it made the pain bearable. It also gave them a private little secret, something just for the two of them. 'I see Lydia has her Hyunda...

The Fall Ch. 08

by ausfet on Dec 1, 2017
Non-Erotic

Lydia pulled up at the front of the O'Sullivan farm the Tuesday after her house purchase settled. She was here to speak to Anna. They'd originally organised to meet at Toowoomba, but Anna had rung to let her know she'd had a bad morning. She'd wanted to cancel. Lydia, who'd had to hype herself up to drive to Toowoomba and had in fact already left home by t...

Goblinsbane Ch.01: Pilgrimage

by BewareTheDream on May 2, 2018
Non-Erotic

Chapter 01: Pilgrimage Sister Sabine had never seen a goblin before, and she wanted to keep it that way. "You are certain it is better to take this route, rather than stay on the main road?" She asked while peering out the window, warily. Instinctively, she clutched at the tree-shaped amulet that dangled from her neck, a habit she had had since her days as...

North to Alaska Ch. 01

by GuessImJamie on Jul 3, 2019
Romance

Fiction by Jamie *** All sexual situations depicted in this story involve adults at least 18 years of age. *** In an effort to continue paying for both the Great Society and the Vietnam War on credit the US Government repeatedly devalued the dollar in the early seventies while simultaneously making it impossible for US citizens to exchange script for gol...

While the Gods Slumber Pt. 07

by yibala on Mar 16, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Author's note: This is the last part of this novella-length story. All comments and feedback are welcome! Zhura awoke to ravenous hunger. She hadn't eaten since the previous afternoon. Clouds scudded along the sky, masking the sun. Bayati lay curled against her in a fetal position. The Kichinka woman's back rose and fell with deep, even breaths. She was st...

Legacy Pt. 01

by yibala on Mar 30, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

At its kernel, the Empire spawned from the joinder of three kingdoms -- Sizwe, Swaga and Bezi. Of these, the role of the Swaga was most critical. The essential martial nature of herding tribes must never be disparaged; a truth the Magisterium need remember when treating with such peoples. - musings of Amanakar San, scribe to the Golden Magisters, 3105 by th...

Jacob Howe's Body Pt. 02

by Popcorn_and_Stories on Aug 31, 2020
Loving Wives

Grayson Bloome knew he was dreaming because he could hear water. A brook. Rushing over the rocks and between the dogwood bushes. He was for sure dreaming. There was no brook close to where he actually lay sleeping—in Room 04 of The Noble Inn, in the sun-baked town of Pitch, West Texas. The only water that ran in Pitch was the kind that came out of a faucet...