"So, um, after five years together, you see fit to tell me that you like my farts?" Jeanne Junie Anglade asked as she sat across from her fiancé Stephen Legros inside the food court at the Blair Shopping Center in the east end of Ottawa, Ontario. The young Haitian woman looked at the big and tall, dark-skinned brother who leaned back in his chair, a satisfie...
"How's life, Steve? You look troubled," Ayesha Abdulmajid said as she looked pensively at the big and tall young black man who lay in her arms. Steve looked at Ayesha and gently stroked her lovely face, running his hand through her long, curly black hair. From the moment he first laid eyes on her inside that Tim Horton's one frosty December morning in the Ci...
Prologue I don't remember much from when I was a little girl. I grew up in Blackrose which is a city somewhat located in the center of Black Marsh and I remember always being scared. Father always told me not to swim in the lake without him or never stray from the city gates, monsters would eat me. I loved water. I could swim for hours at the bottom of the...
Chapter Thirty-Two -- The Benefactor The harvest was as pitiful as everything else about the children's destitute farm. Even with Vesna's late-summer efforts to salvage the garden, its produce would have been barely enough to feed the occupants for a month. So... the failed harvest meant several trips to the market to purchase food for the winter, along wit...
The medic was a gruff man but there was no evidence of sadism in him. He'd been monitoring an assistant when Rahela was brought to him. The assistant had been removing an ungodly cyst from a man's shoulder. Rahela had to look away from the scene. She sat on a scarred stool and placed the back of her hand on top of the medic's gentle palm. He turned her han...
It was quiet in the village marketplace today, not much business. Instead of selling their wares the merchants were chatting and gossiping amongst themselves. Arn did not like to partake in such activities, she and her son, Kraik, kept to themselves. Since it was a slow day she decided to take down their booth, disassembling the tent that provided much neede...
"Listen, bozo, I like some girls and certain guys, yeah, I am bisexual, but I don't want anything to do with a creepy bozo like you," I said to my stalker, Geoffrey Paddock, and the skinny, Dashiki-wearing, decidedly effeminate Jamaican bozo looked at me with wide eyes, looking a bit frightened by my response. Without bothering to wait for the creep's respon...
The maidens' locks were almost completely dry when there was knocking on their room's door. "Your Highness?" That red-headed page. "His Majesty wants to speak with you." Oksana and Yana were separating Rahela's hair into two plaits. "May we have a moment?" Rahela asked. "Certainly," the page said. When the ribbons were wrapped around the plaits in...
Author's Note: Kita and I decided that we needed to give the "Cinderella" fairy tale one more try. This time we both are enjoying writing it and we hope you enjoy it too. King Guiseppe Regalsky sat on his throne and pondered the empty throne room. His only child and heir would be returning from her trip to the outlying provinces. She was his pride and joy...
(This is an editorial I published in the current edition of the Shallowater Weekly Express and Wolfforth Word Weekly, which I edit. Please do not use the names of the people involved without requesting their permission. This was edited slightly because I always re-edit my work. This is dedicated to honey123, an author who asked for this story via private me...