Many years ago, the now flourishing city was doomed to die a slow starving death. No crops would grow, no rain ever fell. The people were too poor to up and move. The distance to the nearest town was much too far away for them to make it to without horses. So none of them tried and kept up the foolish mission of trying to keep their town from dying. Two pow...
In the small farming town where I grew up, the town elders took religious holidays very seriously. Each major holiday ended with a huge festival and the Spring celebration that coincided with Easter was one of the biggest of the year. It not only commemorated the holiday, which our deeply religious community celebrated with zeal, it also meant the start of t...
The icy cold morning mist was melting away as the port town of Shadowe, my home, began to awaken. The grunting sound of a large dock worker pulling a squeaky cart could be heard, and a few men were talking and laughing somewhere in the town square. Small waves washed against the wooden docks in the distance, creating a soothing melody. The men of Shadowe b...
We rose all day in silence and no matter how many time I stole a glance at my captain I never found her looking back. We paused briefly at Djose to rest the Chocobos and break the day's fast in silence as well. Both Syven and Lucil seemed perfectly content with the quiet but I had already lost count of the number of times I'd had to bite my tongue. I found t...
Romy and I love to travel. We were touring the American West when we heard about a valley hidden high in the mountains and a village of people there with some wild sexual customs. We were having supper in Sanford's Grill and Pub in Rawlins, Wyoming, one night in June. After our meal, we sat at the bar where we met some other tourists, a ladies' baseball te...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - This is an entry in a 750-word story contest and written for humour. It contains male homosexual activity. All characters are aged 18 and over, with similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental & unintentional. *** Once upon a time there was a young man named Terry. He was 18 and a square who spent his evenings at hom...
When we ventured out on the street I told Jacqui that I was going to start extracting some services for what I had paid her. She looked at me with kind of a worried frown on her face, certainly not sure what I meant by that. As we walked down the street, I saw ahead of us what I was looking for. We were in Nevada where prostitution is actually legal. I doubt...
Although less often now, not so many years ago it was not an uncommon sight to see in early spring Maypoles sprouting up on many a village green across England. And then on Mayday itself amongst much feasting and celebration, the Crowning of the May Queen, Morris Dancing etc. A troop of girls all dressed in virgin white would dance around the Maypole garland...
The thirtyish-something couple entered the trendy Knoxville café on a sunny, spring Tuesday. It was a little after 1:30, and the lunch crunch had eased so there was ample seating. The woman steered them to one of the tables along the side window that looked out over the adjacent pedestrian square. The window was heavily tinted which blocked the bright aftern...
Several authors are coming out with stories based on three songs by Marty Robbins: El Paso, Faleena and El Paso City. The story titles will be: "El Paso - author's name" e.g. "El Paso – Jake Rivers" This is a follow on to our first "invitational" in the fall of 2006 with entries based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." If there is continui...