James glanced at his watch as the taxi drove away, 6.58. He walked up the drive and rang the bell. It was opened immediately, not by a member of her household as James had expected, but by Alison herself. "Ah, punctilious as usual James." She greeted him, "Please come in, my study is there on the left." James was not sure if he was disappointed or relieved...
INTRODUCTION: This is a satirical piece aimed at both ends of the social ladder. It is probably best to hang ones rational mind at the door before entering. It is intended as a fun, quick read without any great moral or message. However, I hope some may find it to also contain a kernel of mystery regarding true love and the sometimes unusual forms it may tak...
"I think the old fool has ingested too much rhino horn," spat the Sheikh, "but do as he says." I knew it foolish to object, any protest of the charade would be overruled. Vananella climbed out of the saddle. She stripped off her bottoms and pulled the top over her head. Men voiced their approval on both sides of the temple walls. She hung her clothes from...
This tale is based on the short story "The New Accelerator", written in 1901 by H.G. Wells. Wells' characters and the basic scientific premise have been used here but in a much altered form. Much of Wells' literary output is available online, and it is well worth reading some of the lesser-known short stories. Though the style and language seems rather antiq...
I lay on my back. The cold metal of the small locker room bench presses into my spine, but I do not feel it. Outside, the football game rages, the shouts, cheers and occasional boos creating a constant roar. But I don't hear it. The locker room-even if it is the girls-carries an aroma of sweat, exhaustion, and the faintest hint of soap. These smells are lost...
Prologue Elin, daughter of Eric, hailing from the village of Delken. Her father had been a successful farmer, his crops and livestock providing bountiful returns each harvest, bringing him note across the region, as well as earning him a modest wealth, for a peasant farmer. Elin's good diet and relative wealth had helped her grow tall, 5' 6", taller than...
Gothic horror is a difficult theme for me because when I hear of it I'm transported to two loves from long ago; Dark Shadows and E.A. Poe. The former is a somewhat dated afternoon soap opera from the very early 1970s and the latter being one of my favorite authors. I can't do it justice but I felt obligated to try at least. Many thanks again to the Black Ran...
Catherine opened the door to the bedroom as quietly as she could. In the bed her husband Peter was just starting to stir. Peter had a habit of tossing and turning before properly waking up, and as she entered the room he flipped himself over onto his back and mumbled something, still in the grip of some semi-lucid dream. The movement happened to throw the ma...
Stefan lies on his back upon the ground, surrounded in darkness. Cool, soft blades of grass hold him aloft; they make for the most soothing blanket for his bare skin. Above him, high up in the summer night sky, he thinks of the millions of distant stars that are keeping silent watch upon him. How many countless hours had he spent in his youth looking up at...
Note: All action in the story takes place among characters all over the age of 18. ***** "Good seeing you again, Ms. Brown. Have a great night." I ran her order of some inspirational books and some trinkets through the barcoder. "Oh, now, call me Lori, please," she said, grinning at us as she headed her wheelchair out to the parking lot. "Uh, oh, Ok Lor...