Rouran Metil strode through the halls of the Noble Hearth, the main administrative building in Tia Vashil. Built with Guild funds at the apex of the Sorcerers' majesty and might, it was a building full of flying buttresses that arced in impossible angles. The main hall had a free standing dome over it, although it was not a particularly large space since it...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
This story is set in the Soviet Union, beginning in the Communist era, when two women tourists decide to ignore the rules on export of restricted items. There are consequences for both, for one humiliating and the other highly inconvenient. The story involves a sequel, when there is a return to scene at a later time. * * * * * Chapter 1 Alone at Last I...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Author's Note: Eventually, in one of these chapters (I forgot which one) I'm going to give a very basic description of dwarves in this universe. It's not very different from a typical dwarf in a typical fantasy. However, I wondered, what if the reader hasn't read any fantasy stories that have a sort of dwarf in them? So, if that chunk of description seems te...
PART ONE - LONDON - 1 - The corridors and rooms of London's National Gallery are used to unusual sights. The Gallery is, after all, home to one of the finest collections of paintings from all around the world and, on any given day, visitors are likely to be greeted by thousands of unexpected moments within their ageing canvases. However, the sight that gre...
Writer's note: Instead of referring to "characters" of mine by letters, how about a nick name? Hm, guess I need to nickname myself too. Blue it is. And I've done it again. Confessed my feeling of "being charmed" to the charming subject, eight or nine months since our first chat, with the sidenote "Hey I'll get over it, I just wanna be friends! :)" Of cour...
CHAPTER 6 -- THE OLD MAN'S WIDOW Barbeque sauce ran down my chin as I devoured my second beef barbeque sandwich. I sat alone at a table on the patio at Vern's Brisket and Vine. The sign hanging over the eatery, however, had been replaced with a new sign that read Sally's BBQ. Beneath the lettering was a profile of a hogtied naked woman wearing a ball-gag. O...
This is the story of a young woman's conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery. They only LIMIT slavery to punishment for crimes. In other words, the Constitution...
The first time that I saw Violet Gable was on a warm Saturday afternoon at the end of March, when I decided to sit in Mount Vernon Square and admire the weather, as well as the young women just out of their winter coats. Needless to say , I had no idea that she was named Violet gable. I was fairly sure from looking at her that she was somewhere between 18 a...