Who, what, where, when, why? Have I lost the trail again? Have I lost myself in the moment and forgotten how to breathe? How to think? How to remember? This is all I know in those panicked minutes. That they come, moments when I lose my grip and tumble, and that I have to focus, focus, focus. When I find myself in a car, in a bed, in a room, and I find nothi...
The year is 2020. "Give me one good reason why I should let you live," Cindy growls at the intruder, slightly letting up on the choke hold her hand has on his neck. He gets mere seconds to attempt to catch his breath before Cindy turns to Gracelyn with a nod. A shooting pain runs up his body from between his legs as his nuts are crunched by a merciless kic...
Geoff's balls hurt. For hours he had led Shagga through the forest, passing three different meadows and seven trickling streams, cresting hills steep and shallow alike, until his legs began to cramp and the soles of his feet ached. That wasn't what bothered him. For all their marching, the two had barely covered any meaningful distance. Why, the oversized...
Why can't I sleep -- again? Hadn't my plan promised me it would all be over by now? After more than two years it should be, shouldn't it? My idea had been fool proof. She would show me what a dirty, cheap whore she really was and that would cure me forever -- and her too. Like an insecticide it would kill all the damn germs that still infested my soul. I'd b...
The King pretended to listen to prophet by staring at the flecks of food that were caught in the old man's dry beard. For a desert ascetic, he sure ate enough roasted lamb for three strong soldiers on his monthly visits to the palace. Lamb. That's what the old fraud was nattering on about again, the same tired story of the poor man's lamb. "This is a lesso...
Chapter 1: The Hellfire Club November 17th, Central Gotham City The Yellow Cab cruised up to the front entrance of Gotham City's newest and probably its most controversial nightspot, The Hellfire Club, just as the clock on the nearby church steeple, was chiming 10:00 pm. The grey liveried doorman, stepped forward, smartly, and opened the nearside rear door...
It was Friday night, which should have meant a night of fun for Colin. It should have been a romantic night at his apartment with his girlfriend. But instead, Colin was walking around aimlessly, thinking about his shitty week. Sunday night his girlfriend Theresa called him, "I'm sorry Colin. I just can't see you anymore. I feel like our relationship isn't...
It was the time of the year to travel south. Everyone knew it. It was less than half a moon since Ivory's village celebrated the Autumn Equinox with traditional solemnity, but the snow had settled at night and not melted, the mammoths were restless, and the sky was thick with flying geese. "Tomorrow!" announced Chief Cave Lion. "Today we gather what we need...
Bob never mentioned that night. He showed up a few days later; we went to dinner as usual; afterwards we went back to my apartment and made love, again as usual. He left around 10 PM that evening. The next morning I found the remote for the butterfly on the kitchen counter. I put it with the vibrator in my nightstand. Things at work were going better. Sinc...
Cindy wastes no time in standing up, keeping her feet planted where they were resting and cutting Christie's breath short. Brian is delighted to see that Christie still has the same level of tolerance as she did before. Something that comes to mind is his observation of their weight differences, or at least what he thinks are differences from a couple years...