The world changes but man himself doesn't change, believe me on that one. No matter how much time passes, or how many awesome technologies are discovered, lost and rediscovered, humanity shall never change. And neither shall I. My name is Abimilki Maharbal, although I go by Abe these days. A lot of people I meet nowadays think it's short for Abraham, and aft...
Sioux Falls, South Dakota The night was calm, no wind blew. A chill hangs in the air, there is no doubt that winter was here. Ronnie throws down his cigarette and stomps it out before heading back in. "Damn it's cold out there," he says walking into the control office. Daniel is sitting looking at the various screens. With all the attacks on power plants t...
It was Thursday, almost the weekend. For Jake, the weekend couldn't come soon enough. He was sick of the faculty meetings and professors using the meetings to play politics and push their agendas. Fortunately, he had only one more day to endure, then the torture would be over. The university had provided lunch today, and after he'd gotten his food -- an egg...
Erica had some time to do her nails before Collin was to pick her up, and she reflected on her conversation with her husband, James. She was glad James had gone to Becky's 18th birthday party which had been held several weeks after the actual birthday. It was good of him to do so on his own, and show support for the teenager who had been so close to them....
The following story is entirely fictional despite its close resemblance to certain events. It is a reflection on the experiences of many white expatriates and their families working in Africa and the Middle East. ----------- Igwe held the tearful woman close in his arms. To be frank he cared little for her tears, or her fears and trauma's that had led to t...
The moonlight flooded through the open French-doors, illuminating the bedroom in a pale translucent glow. A tender hint of summer lavender, in full bloom, mixed with the mild scent of jasmine, danced on the midnight breeze accompanied by the soft dispersed noise of the cricket's night-song. It was a perfect summer's night; we lay entwined on a sheet-less bed...
Sometimes I wonder what goes through many people's heads before they do some of the shit they do. Not that I mind, I'm just puzzled at times. Seriously. The name is Baal and I'll be your friendly neighborhood Devil for the day. My Avatar's name is Calhoun Baxter. You can call me The Hell Hound. Today, in the eyes of the world, I am a six-foot-one, lean and a...
What would you do if you could live forever? For me, it's a question I fear to ask myself. I'm not sure I would like the answer. My name is Kalibar Barok and I was born in what is today called Tunisia, in Africa. The land in which I was born was once called the Carthaginian Empire. I was born in the summer of 650 B.C. Long before the fall of heroic Carthage...
Many thanks Jedbeaker for the editing of this story and for his suggestions. * It was a sad day, indeed, a very sad Friday for me. Within a few minutes I would see if my life had turned into a mess out of my control. The only thing to do for the time being was to wait and see if the expected crap would really happen. However, I wasn't any poor wimp who w...
I travel a lot. Whenever I tell people where I'm from, they look at me in a funny way. Sometimes I smile and nod, and other times I feel like shaking them. There are Indians, Chinese people and Pakistanis in the Republic of South Africa, it's not just Blacks and Whites down there! The name's Madeeha Abbasi, and my friends call me Maddy. I used to get pissed...