A soul passed from earth to somewhere else and the halls are still dark, the hospital still smells of urine, we still laugh and talk over our coffee about sex, old times, and the new conspiracies. The souls come and go. We supervise their shell while their spirit floats away and then we cover them with a sheet, wheel them down the hall, and place them in the...
Flora Radisson gets just what she wants when the townsfolk burn her at the stake. "Flora Radisson, under the laws of the Commonwealth of Salem Massachusetts, on this day of our Lord in 1692, I find you guilty of witchery, witchcraft, wizardly, sorcery, and conjuring," said the Honorable Judge Robert Hall. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before I p...
"What the hell is this?" I mentally asked myself. I'd been absently scratching a spot on my a arm as I worked at my desk, and glancing at it noticed the area I'd been scratching was inflamed with a red rash about an inch in diameter. There seemed to be small welts with small spots of blood in the center. I got up and left my office; heading for my co-worke...
I'm not so sure 'going with the flow' is such a good idea at the moment, thought Mitch, seeing the unbridled sex going on around him and Lisa. He was almost positive she was thinking the same thing. "Uh, no; not yet," Mitch stammered, answering Darrin's question and trying to be as neutral as possible despite the fact that his wife Amanda was giving him a b...
"You want my name? For the record? Fine, Nathanial Jonathan Briggs. Residing at 122 Connecticut Lane, San Francisco. You already know the place, Jakes' Bar, down on the waterfront. You had it staked out for the past two months." "I don't know where she is. She's been gone for two weeks now, why do you people keep asking me the same damn questions over and o...
The room was bright in the morning sun. The feel of her body laying over mine made me hopeful things would go smoothly today. Sliding off the bed, I place my feet to the floor and have an unnerving realization. I'm colorblind. I close my eyes hoping it is just temporary. I stagger for the bathroom. "How was your night, as if I need to ask." Stilla says set...
I had never been so cold in all my life. My shoes hurt, and were a little wet from slogging through those spots in the road where I couldn't avoid a puddle of slushy melting snow. I had a decent overcoat, and was relatively dry from the knees up, where it covered. Still, I was cold. I hadn't dressed to walk. I had dressed to impress. I had dressed to dance....
Chapter 13 – Arrivals I was standing under the large arrivals board at the local train station some 10 minutes early, my hands shaking in anticipation. The station was completely empty except for me and a lonely train conductor. A nice middle aged guy, about my size, slightly shorter. He helped me sort out the exact arrival time and then went on about his b...
Foreword: Yes, this story is too weird, I know. I just happened to catch a glimpse of a Batman cartoon while flipping channels one day. When I saw the villain, a shape-shifting femme fatale with ink for blood, I knew I had my next story. She looked like a dominatrix all in black shiny leather, and the sexual/BDSM possibilities involving a shape-shifting fema...
I first met Ivan the second semester of my junior year while studying art in Florence. He was a friend, or I should say, a business associate of my father's and he called me up in late April to invite me to dinner. I had never met Ivan, but I remember my father telling me stories about him. He was rich, rather eccentric, and a serious collector of sculpture....