I notice something familiar about you as soon as I enter the room. I notice it from the top of the stairs, just after Mistress Larissa opens the heavy oak door and leads me inside. I see it even before you have a chance to see me for yourself. Unlike the four men shackled beside you, I sense something different about you, something special. I can't put my fi...
The kiss was Chianti-induced or maybe it was really vinyl-induced. "Beatles or Oasis?" he inquired lifting his smoky grey eyes to mine over his glass of Chianti. "Beatles, any day, any time," I answered as he slipped the pristine record from its sleeve and placed it on the record player. The Beatles always cleanse my soul. Everyone needs a little Beatles...
This draft press release was secretly forwarded to me from an old college friend, well placed at the Googleplex in a high-profile R&D unit. He insists on anonymity for obvious reasons, but he has proved a reliable source in the past. (I heard about Google Glass from him in 2012 about six months before beta versions actually appeared in public.) Internal meta...
My hunt for sightings for the private essences of females has been my addiction and with the advent of internet, discovering voyeur website and the scope of sex in all senses freely available, I learned more in techniques and equipment, moving on to a voyeurism addiction. I became a practising voyeur in the late 90s; meaning many times I would go out with h...
FORWARD: The following story is taken from the diary of Dawn Sather-Ridley, who died in Manhattan in 2081. By all accounts, Mrs. Sather-Ridley led an uneventful life as a homemaker and mother. It was not until her diary was discovered after her death that her extraordinary story became known. * * * “Mommy, why do we have to wait here?” The little girl tugg...
Dear 12076548, I've never done anything like this before but I hope that you'll be patient with me. I read your personal ad on the jail website. I don't know what struck me more, your picture or what you'd written. You have beautiful eyes, so deep and blue, but they were so very sad. My heart felt as if someone had squeezed it when I gazed at your picture....
I lay still, I stayed at the Messer House on the nursery grounds. It was built in 1952 by Frank's grandmother. A powerful woman. This house a monument to what she accomplished. A war widow with seven children she turned the full section wheat farm into a thriving nursery. She sold starter shrubs to the contractors and bedding plants to the new suburbanites....
~11~ A soft ray of orange light drifted down from the clouds, the Keneenean princess in it's wake, down and down she floated until she rested in Neo's waiting embrace. He stood on the main round limestone slab that led up into the palace. His breathe was heavy and raspy but he had made it back in time to catch her as she came to rest in his arms. Her crysta...
Tommy & Black Canary were sitting in the Batcave, both trying to figure out one thing: "What the fuck happened last night?" Tommy asked. Neither could remember a thing besides an explosion and then suddenly waking up sticky and undressed. Canary shook her head. "I have no idea. Barbara said that the ARGUS guys broke in and we were all passed out. I asked h...
It was late Thursday evening, as the audience swarmed out of the cinema onto the street. Among them were a group of four young women, who joked about the romantic comedy they had just seen. After walking a few hundred yards, they separated as they made their own way home. One was a pretty redhead who elected to take a shortcut through a back alley. She walke...