Chapter 8 Into The Storm I see him standing on a meadow of fragrant flowers and wild garlic. One of those clandestine places in the forest, where if a deer would pass by, stepping on garlic leaves, the pungent smell would linger in the air for a long time, and mix with sunlight, coming through the branches of trees… Aret indeed is not alone, but I can’t see who he’s with. I hear the whisper behind my back. We’re riding fu...

A Warrior Born, Part Two as the young warrior grew into a man on the plains of Africa people in our times call his tribe the Maasai well know cattle herders and ferocious warriors on the full moon the elders sing and tell their history around the fire all will sit listening and the youth dream of a far off time long ago first one will tell of the tribe settling the Rift Valley as its called now as the evening moon marches...

My storybook lover is romantic, he would never hurry his sweetheart in a love scene, but tonight I want him to... "Make love to me, darling. In one hundred words or less." "Micro fiction?" "Yes." "Get your skirt off then." I begin slowly undoing the buttons on my... "Just do it, don't describe it." "It has to be sexy." "But you're using all the words up!" "Don't shout at me." "Sorry, sweetie." Silence. More silence. "We'v...

Everybody at one time or another has pulled a prank on a friend or friends. When age 19, I was a spot on prankster. I was constantly pulling pranks not on my friends but on perfect strangers. These were classics which to this day amaze everyone who knows about them. I am going to expose three that are my favorites. Prank One I grew up in the second largest city in New England in the 1960s. This city had several monuments...

Denlea wasn’t the sort of town you’d expect to see a tattoo-come-body-piercing parlour, but there it stood. 'HIBISCUS - Body Art and Massage' shared a row of grey stone terraced buildings with a chip shop, a boutique for mature ladies, a hardware shop, a butcher’s and The Copper Kettle Café. Its neighbours had opposed the opening of the tattoo parlour, objecting to the type of clientele it might attract. Jimmy Marshall wa...

Why did I move here? What is that awful smell? The train tracks outside the window are loud as hell. How will this affect sleep? Why is the carpet damp? I just saw a tiny leak near that dusty old ceiling lamp. Where are those bloody keys? What is that annoying sound? It's next door with music so raucous it shakes the ground. Why does she look happy? Is my girlfriend that delusional? I don't think I have seen that amazing...

Your face at dawn, very subtle.Mesmerized, I watch and think! What senses, stimulate your blush?Why are your cheeks, such a rosy pink? Curious, are your thoughts sensual?Causing my eyes to well up and blink. Is it wind, blowing up your skirt?Soft breezes, tickling your fancy? wink! Perhaps, watching lovers canoodle?Maybe more? wink, wink!Your normal red, not, contrast with blue.Pinkish shades, looking beautiful on you.

From the lover with a key...Come then, follow me into the night air. Stars fill your eyes, moon beams dance in your hair, The bounce in your step, you know that you glow, Blush on your cheeks like a fine red bordeaux -- A cute reaction when you catch me stare. Something about your beauty makes you rare, You allow my hands beneath yours, I care. I want to massage you from head to toe, Come then, follow me ... The cab pulls...