I was 43 years old when I volunteered to live with the Kamula tribe in a remote village in western Papua New Guinea after the church asked for someone to translate the Bible into the local language. I took my husband and children and set out leaning the language from scratch. Many of the Kamula people had never seen a white person until the late 1970s. The...
I turned to Sammi and asked, "Do you believe in magic?" She nodded and softly said, "You know I do." "Hold out your left hand, please." She did. On her third finger were the rings Andrea bought and we put on her finger. I lifted Momma's hand beside Sammi's. The rings on Momma's hand were identical to those on Sammi's and every other set in the room. "Magi...
Author's Note: Am I going too fast? As I said, I have way too many of these wasting space on my hard drive. This one is a bit more complex and convoluted than the others. It, like the previous submission, was a bit disjointed and unfinished. I did my best to clean it up, but I may have rushed it. Hope you enjoy it, regardless. For those that have sent sugge...
'It wasn't always like this. I was part of a majestic matriarchy which resided on a small scenic island. Our tribe basked in the glory of abundant sunlight and natural resources. My role in the society was that of a gatherer. We would scavenge for anything useful after the brave hunters had dealt with threats inside the jungle. Subsequently, we would craft n...
Chapter One Rodrigo de Toledo brushed his eyes. He was lying in the small boat where he had jumped in the middle of the tempest that had broken the caravel's masts the night before. He shivered at the memory of the huge waves pushing the men into the ocean, while the ship inclined dangerously and the thick curtain of rain made it impossible to see two yards...
Not every second-hand bookshop has its 'gods and goddesses' section located in a dungeon with live, 24/7, Sub-Dom/S&M entertainment. And, not every second-hand bookshop requires you to strip to your underwear to enter one of its sections through a concealed door disguised as a bookshelf. Factotum Rarities & Antiquities intrigued me from the moment I first...
This is an excerpt from a fantasy/erotic piece of fiction work in progress. The broad concept is a sort of mythological fantasy world from which the idea for our Olympics came - but there it was a sexual Olympics presided over a Minotaur. This is one segment: The third draw was the Mamboan team. The woman who would try to beguile Minotaur was carried to the...
It was every Autumn of her life that Ivory and the rest of her clan made the same trek south. Every Spring she returned the same way. She reasoned that the journey would seem less arduous as each year came by, but this year the wind was colder, the snow heavier and the ground more treacherous. Ivory wondered whether the migration only seemed worse because it...
Roz Blake. We began to move our belongings, all that we'd brought with us, into the house. I spent some time allocating rooms, wanting to keep us all under one roof to start with. Chrissy came in, her arm around Zhen. "Do you mind if we share," she said, grinning at me. "No, it'll make it easier to fit everyone in. Are you two... sorry, none of my busine...
I was on a project in the Amazon basin for a pharmaceutical company looking for plants that had not been inventoried in the scientific catalogue so we could test them for any potential clinical value. The five of us in the study left our supply boat when the unnamed river tributary became too shallow and we each hiked thirty minutes in paths radiating away...