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Red, painted lips pressed against the infant’s head, and his mother rose and turned from the still child and left the darkened room.  Her quiet voice hummed a lullaby her own mother used to sing to her, and she walked to her own bedroom to get dressed for work.

Her uniform was already clean and laid out.  She checked her purse to make certain it had all she needed, and then began to change.  A kiss on her shoulder told of her husband’s arrival.  She turned to look at him and smiled at him. “Mind helping me change?” Her wink was flirtatious, and he smiled back at her as he zipped her bright red tube top into place over her chest.  It was a struggle against her large breasts. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on August 7, 2013 in Modern Fiction

 

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BoGo (Part III)

Continued from Guin Weds.

The wedding went off with no trouble, and Guin soon came to know his new wife.  Nadea was a lively woman, and adored Boreal as though she was the girl’s own mother.  She shared Guin’s sorrow over the girl’s short life, and every day, she made Bo a healthy snack herself, certain that with the love of family, the snacks would taste even better.

Bo’s fourteenth birthday came and went, and Bo began a steady and rapid decline.  Her doctor had to move her limbs for her to help her get out of bed every day, and each day it took longer.  Guin spent all of his time that he was not working in her room.  Money was tight, and he often went without meals to ensure his daughter and wife could eat their fill.  He was thin and gaunt.  He only smiled for them, and in his worried misery, he felt it was not often enough. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on April 9, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction

 

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In the Shadow of the Colosseum (Part III)

Continued from In the Shadow of the Colosseum (Part II).

We managed to arrive in one piece.  Ctephen’s relief seemed silly to me.  There was no hardship along the way, save that it took so long to arrive.  Instead of going to an inn, he went straight to the recruitment office, where he was turned down immediately.  They did, however, offer to recruit me.  I laughed at them.

“You don’t understand.  I was told to come by a Father, to atone for a sin in IL’s house.  He sent me north to join with a grand host.” He looked so confused. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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In the Shadow of the Colosseum (Part II)

Continued from In the Shadow of the Colosseum.

For nine days, I lived in the church building.  The skinny, sickly man’s mother would not allow him to invite me to stay at his home, and nobody else had room.  He visited often, and I learned his name was Ctephen Flamard.  I had no name to give him, save my sequence– AB21, which he refused to call me.  Instead, he called me Abby.  I thought it sweet, so didn’t object.

Every day, he brought me three meals.  It was far more than I was used to, and my own restlessness led me to work my body.  I soon developed muscles, and became vainly proud of my shoulders.  Countless times, I convinced him to make love to me, though it was never as satisfying as those many times in front of a crowd, with someone’s leg and their steely jaws.  I missed those times, though I was beginning to also enjoy life, and my time among these people in this strange country was happy. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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The Sea Witch

In a cottage on the cliffs beside the sea lived a witch.  She brewed potions, wrote spell books, and helped cure the sick.  One day, she became very sick.  Everyone marched in a line to her cottage and gave her presents of soup, herbs, and hand-made gifts in hopes that she would quickly recover.

The witch was very happy that so many people cared about her, but she knew she would not get better.  So, she decided she would give away her books, her potions, and her cures to the nearby village.  When people came to give her gifts, soup, and herbs, she made sure each person left with a gift, until only one person was left.  He didn’t have a gift for her, and her home was empty of gifts. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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Meet the Scout

When pacing in circles the normal way finally stopped being less boring than sitting, Billy the captured scout began to walk in circles backward.  His nimble feet kept him upright, despite his growing dizziness, and he soon stopped to shake his head in an effort to clear away the strange sensation.

Billy was so horribly bored.  He finally walked back to the cot and flopped onto his back.  The scout closed his eyes and tried to nap the day away, but his legs soon began to tingle, and simply flexing the muscles was not enough to satisfy his restless limbs.  With a groan, he threw himself into a sitting position and pouted.  His capture was neither right, nor fair.  He had not crossed the border, merely taken a peek when he heard sounds of someone in distress. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Guin Weds

Continued from BoGo.

The time for High Lord Guin’s new marriage approached rapidly.  His new betrothed was a stranger from another country, and said to be from a very numerous and fertile family.  He asked often after her.  Was she kind?  Would she treat his daughter well?  Each question he asked during his visit to the capital reached her ears, and she was pleased that he placed his ill daughter before his own happiness.  Never once did the man ask after her appearance, or try to learn of any deformities.

The woman was impressed, and she told Guin’s king that she was pleased with the man before the two ever set eyes on each other.  Nonetheless, they still had to do the formal dancing through hoops.  There was paperwork and meetings.  They had to arrange their wedding ceremony.

Guin had to prepare Boreal to sit very still in an uncomfortable seat without betraying to the assembled that she was not of sound mind.  He sighed as he sent yet another letter to his betrothed. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on February 27, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction

 

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