Even as I sit through yet another "multiculturalism and tolerance meeting" in downtown Ottawa, watching the Mayor reach out to the Muslim community after yet another Arab guy got locked up for honorably killing a 'westernized' Arab woman, I can't help but wonder at the naïve and exceedingly tolerant mindset of westerners. They have no idea what life is like...
So, just what did happen in the "elf brothel incident"? Goblin's Note: The events of this story take place directly after the events of Shifty Characters, and some time before Sea Slimes, Unliving Lust and Evergreen Forest, respectively. That said, each story is meant to stand on its own and in whichever order the reader prefers, so feel free to read on eve...
My name is Feorinda, but my frends call me Fay. I am a blonde third year university student working on my double bachelor in Social Work and Women's Studies. I had a minor in Asian Art, as that was my guilty pleasure and the bulk of my non-core electives were spent in that field, and to get money to augment my scholarships I began working at Ching Wu's Galle...
CHAPTER 12 -- AUSTRALIA Can Dianne put her marriage back together? Author's notes: This is the final chapter of my first Literotica submission and it's been an interesting ride. Thank you for your many suggestions (and a few anonymous trolls). To the readers who have followed and liked this piece, thank you. I enjoyed putting the story together. No doubt...
Chapter Thirty-Two -- The Benefactor The harvest was as pitiful as everything else about the children's destitute farm. Even with Vesna's late-summer efforts to salvage the garden, its produce would have been barely enough to feed the occupants for a month. So... the failed harvest meant several trips to the market to purchase food for the winter, along wit...
This is an unusual story so I shall let the protagonists introduce themselves. My name is Jazmine. My grandfather was an officer in the Indian Army at the time of partition in 1947/8 when Moslems left India and went to Pakistan and Hindus left Pakistan and went to India. He became an officer in the Pakistani Army and rose to a very high position which allow...
Author's Notes: The posting I saw for the 750 word challenge said invitational so I never checked it out. Only later did I find it was open for everyone. This is my effort, too late, but I liked the challenge. For the puritans counting on their fingers and toes, the title doesn't count, nor the author's name or notes. In word and other editors, hyphenated w...
A tower stands by the northern edge of the sea. Behind it, cliffs rise tall and forbidding, shadowing but not overlooking the building. To the east, the cliff tops are barren, flat and stark, rising in the distance into mountains. To the west, the cliff tops become a wild, overgrown forest, thick with lush vegetation and enormous trees. In the canopy hoots a...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. The Watcher, Asmodatu, appears to us on an alien landscape. "I am Asmodatu the Watcher" he told us, "like Uatu, I have observed the rise and fall of civilisations, worlds, galaxies. I know all that is, most of what has been and much of what will be. I also have many windows into the stran...
A daughter takes over Ayesha was shopping locally with her mother, getting to know the new area. She hoped not to run into anyone from the new school while wearing traditional Pakistani clothes. Although, while wearing an abbaya and head scarf, there wasn't much chance she would be recognised. The clothing completely covered her, leaving just her face parti...