Prologue & Explanation of Transcend the Flesh I wrote the various parts of Transcend the Flesh separately - between weeks of inventiveness in the 90s. Probably when I was 17 or 18, I don't remember now. I didn't particularly care for the view of the characters, the first person view that I switch through during the story so I eventually scrapped the whole t...
As soon as she was passed the custodian, she realized that she had been noticeably dripping with sweat. She reluctantly used the sleeve of her nice cashmere sweater to wipe her brow. She should look normal now; the black tights should hide the sweat and the sweater was too thick to easily soak through. Sue stood up straight, took a breath, and continued back...
I "Drink it" Those more innocent times seem impossibly remote now that they have gone for ever. It astonishes me to reflect that it was actually less than a year ago that a sudden loud knocking heralded the unexpected late-night appearance of a policeman on my doorstep. This is an event that would terrify me if it happened today, but in those days I was st...
Little Shop of Shiva Another long day at the shop had slipped away. I unlocked the apartment and threw my jacket on the recliner as I reached for the remote. After several attempts the afternoon news filled the screen, but the remote failed to respond after numerous attempts to change channels. Too many abrupt encounters with the hardwood floor had finally...
Author's note: Here's Chapter Six of "Slave Girl Emily." No defecation in this chapter (well, not much, anyway). For those tuning in late, Emily (scene-name Famula) is an enthusiastic slave-girl, and Frederick is her Master. She's just met a gray-haired man who seems fascinated by her rose tattoo; the man has a slave who seems to have taken a dislike to her....
"We need to talk!" The universal phrase that means someone is in deep shit came out of my mouth like the knell of doom. Sue stopped and looked at me for a moment, and then continued on towards the stairs, dragging that stupid little suitcase behind her. One wheel jittered from side to side as it always did, annoying me even more. "We can talk after I've r...
Chapter I The summer before I left for college, I was trying to make extra money. Besides my full time job at a nearby Amusement Park (Action Park for those who care), I had put flyers in the mailboxes of my neighborhood offering my services for yard work, pet care, etc. As it was summer, a number of people had called me to care for their pets while they we...
Chapter 1 Jeremy Hall checked his phone to make sure he had the right house. Once he was sure, he got out of the car, walked up to the front door, and rang the doorbell. As he waited for someone to answer the door, he took in his surroundings. This house had definitely seen better days. The front yard looked like it hadn't been tended to in years - the gras...
In view of the essentially unlimited technological power that existed in 2634 and beyond, I, Arcturus00347 am transmitting this story back in time to those of you in the early twenty first century, who we call E21s, using a language – English – that was common back then but that no longer exists. First, my name; I am the 47th Arcturus born in District 3. In...
**Read and Enjoy. No, this one's not a true story, but maybe it should be. Don't forget to vote!** It was a typical fall Thursday night; nothing going on, and nothing on TV. Jack, Jarod and Billy were just sitting around their apartment, lounging on their second hand couches, watching the TV guide channel for something good. "Fuck it, man," Jarod said and...