Airports live their own reality. If you'd fly from JFK to De Gaulle you might never know you flew from New York to Paris. Airplanes may take you through the skies for hours and hours. But after you leave a gate at Changi Airport, Singapore and enter a gate at Schiphol Amsterdam, you might as well think you'd travelled full circle. Sure, the accents diffe...
Note to Reader Yes, this is the first story I've posted on here since 2002. My other story "Laraloubaye" was never completed, though the ideas are still very much in my imagination. Meanwhile, this new one, "Oshun" is not so much a story as it is a description of the society that the title character in my first story came from – the "Zoue" (as you'll see be...
CHAPTER 3: Escape and Evade -----I find myself running through a forest again. The Cathedral Forest. This is the eighth time I've had this dream, so I've learned to recognize the difference between the hazy, indistinct details of my normal dreams and the vibrant realistic details of this world. I'm starting to suspect that this is more than a dream, but I...
If I live, I will fight, wherever I must, as long as I must, until the enemy is defeated and the national stain washed clean. - General Charles de Gaulle * * * As Nicole stood looking out the full-length window of her Paris loft, she reflected on the changes the city had gone through over the past few years. It was the Spring of 1943, and life for Nicole...
[Hello again, KalDarov here and I want to thank everyone reading my new story. This time I wanted to try something different and see where and how it went, in this I dabble in few areas that are not my expertise (like other stories that I have) and it will take me few reads and tries over a period of time to get it just right. I do not want to make my sex sc...
Emmett feels the intense fear as Lyssa calls to him. He also gets a brief flash of several males. He, Erich, and Roland stand abruptly as the send hits, knocking over their chairs. "Where are they?" "I don't know. Said they were going out for a run to talk about girly stuff." "I saw males." "It's raining." "Shit." Emmett sends out a broad call. [All a...
This is my attempt at a "porn parody" (for lack of a better description) of Ancient Greek mythology. It is not a direct adaptation of any one story, but an original tale made of tropes and archetypes pulled from several Greek myths. The intention was not only to create a work of erotic fantasy, but an epic saga that paid loving tribute to the poets and playw...
The key slipped into the door's keyhole and unlocked the mechanism inside it. She held the door frame and gently eased it open, not wishing it to make any noise than it already would have. The living room was quiet and deserted. That was good. Ellen stepped into her house and quietly locked back the door. She craved for a hot cup of coffee, but before that...
Something dawned on me about Morgan and him getting drunk. Yes he drank socially but never to any extreme like this time. I know the Investment firm he works for was investigated by the SEC one of the times it occurred. That can make anybody go get sloshed after thinking about it. That one I think he was only a low end junior account executive. I remember th...
Friday, May 19, 1:45 p.m. was a miserably hot, muggy day. Though it was still spring, it felt more like summer. We students in Professor Constance Dowdy's political science class had begun to close our notebooks, signaling to the professor that whether or not she wanted class to end, it had. Our minds were already out the door and headed into a weekend. "Al...