Memoirs of Kitty Siam -- The Flower of Carnage. For those regarded as warriors, when engaged in combat the vanquishing of thine enemy can be the warrior's only concern. Suppress all human emotion and compassion. Kill whoever stands in thy way, even if that be Lord God, or Buddha himself. This truth lies at the heart of the art of combat. -- Hatori Hanzo It...
It was already hot. Sarah wiped small beads of sweat from her forehead as she crossed from the house to the barn. When there was a breeze it was just barely enough to stir the dust in the yard, usually blowing it straight toward the clothesline where her sheets were hung. As she approached the barn she stopped, listening to an engine coming down the dirt ro...
I woke up in a white room. The ceiling was white, the walls were white, hell, for all I knew the floor was white. For the next five or ten minutes I tried to figure out where I was and what was going on. For some reason I couldn't sit up, and I couldn't figure that out either. Finally, I started to figure out that I was in a bed, I had all kinds of tubes and...
That week, Victor is very busy examining the alien corpse. He receives an invitation from the gentleman, now known as Sir Malcolm, to meet him for dinner at his gentleman's club, where ladies are not allowed, no matter how brilliant they are. 'I'm sorry Adison, they're probably afraid you'd make them look foolish. Still, it's a job and it pays.' When he ret...
It was a chill night. The mists crept up from the lowlands to slip silently over trimmed and manicured grounds. Catherine peered through the open doors of her bedroom to the attached balcony. She watched as the gray wisps of the night mists slowly converged on the ancient stones of the castle. Fear fluttered in her chest as she listened for footsteps in...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (25 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * The long lean frame twitched, flexed, jerked as a knock on his bedroom door pulled the young man from beneath the surface of sleep. The raven black head burrowed deeper into the pillows, defiantly ignoring the voice that broke rudely through the fragi...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY ----------------------------------------------- Liberating a city can quickly lead to some very liberated behavior . . . ----------------------------------------------- They say that Brussels is a dull city nowadays, full of Euro community bureaucrats. Well, I don't know about that, it's been a long time sin...
Expressing my envy of a family who received a surprise visitor two Augusts ago. I own a fifteen-acre spread outside of Fresno. I raise radishes and zucchini; with a few experimental grape vines and a small patch of well-concealed refer on the side. I also do the taxes for a number of my neighbors. I had spent that hot August day trying to fix some irrigat...
"Shit. Where are they?" I stood swaying on the pathway, handbag in on hand, the other rummaging through it frantically. There I was: dressed to the nines, 3am on a Tuesday night, drunk on my mother's doorstep, unable to find my keys. Life can be such a bitch sometimes. Call it a cliché, but clichés are clichés because they're true. Life's a bitch, and never...
Professor John Gordon peered over his reading glasses from his podium, into the first row of the auditorium, to where she invariably sat in each of his advanced English lit classes. McKenzie. McKenzie Hayden Rose. He prided himself on being unflappable, never being distracted by one of his students, but the growing bulge beneath his khakis was betraying him...