The existence of my kind has baffled some of the world's greatest thinkers for untold millennia. Are there such things as gods? How many are there? What are they and why do they do what they do? What do they want from mankind? Well, folks, today you're going to get all the answers. Right out of the horse's mouth, so to speak. My name is Pahle (pronounced Par...
In the later days of 2014 the war on terror escalated into an all-out war, resulting in and sudden and devastating exchange of nuclear weapons. By the time the dust settled Cities across the globe lay in ruin, approximately 70% of the world’s population perished in the first few days, plagues and sickness ravaged the remaining survivors. Now 31 years after t...
The Edge. That's what I call it. The Endless Darkness. The Point of No Return. Death. The one thing no living thing cannot escape. In my pride, I thought I could do the impossible. Now, I know better. Life has humbled me. My name is Thor Voltaire. A tall, good-looking man with dark brown skin, long black hair and pale golden eyes. A superman who once tried t...
It was a standing ovation nearly two decades in the making. When the closing credits of "Death in Heaven" began to roll in the Lincoln Center on December 6, the audience rose to its feet in applause-an amazing accomplishment after three rather violent hours. Ron Lundquist, the film's 73-year-old director, tried to prevent the audience from seeing his tears...
Please enjoy! Feel free to send me any comments or questions. This is just the first chapter in a potentially longer piece. * * * * * The Surplus Women or Foreplay During Wartime April 5th, 1945 Kristiane Becker walked away from the noisy marketplace, with her canvas bag filled to the brim with groceries. It was a beautiful spring morning, and the sun sh...
Author's Note: There will be heterosexual sex throughout this story and even in this chapter. I have always been a reader of the work on this site, and I have always wished I could find more stories that fit my fantasies. I decided that I should just write my own story. I would please like an editor because I am new to actually writing stories! Please commen...
The girls woke up. The "pattu" on her back, the man beneath her. She recalled everything, She shook her head, stood up and dressed up, before to wake the man up, shaking his body with her foot, just to reestablish the distances. She got out of the hut before the men could fully open his eyes. Outside, the boy pretended he did not hear her coming closes, or...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...
CHAPTER 3 NEW LIFE IN DALOS (Part 1) Danella felt constrained in Shanla. She had lived there all of her life and it had become dull and uninteresting for her. She tired of the endless ceremonies, the sexual congresses with men and women she perhaps knew too well. There was more to the world than this. Conversations with Polad and his books had shown her s...
"I'm a Demon, taking out fiends is what I do," I said quietly as I sat across from the police detectives, in this cold 'interview' room, somewhere inside the Toronto Police Service headquarters. The two detectives, a burly, fifty-something white guy named Doyle Connors, and a slender, dark-haired Latina named Marissa Lopez, exchanged a smile and shook their...