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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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Royal Princess, Penny Princess

“You can’t catch me, Kelban!” Princess Felice called out to her nanny as she darted through the kitchen door and into the yard.  Fast, slippered feet darted through guards and helpers, and wove through a gaggle of idle serving girls.  She burst from the crowd only to stop in her tracks in front of her stern-looking father.

As the man looked down at her, his frown deepened. “And why is the princess dodging her nanny?” His deep, rumbling voice was filled with disappointment rather than anger, and his daughter winced.

“I’m just playing a game of tag, Daddy,” she answered meekly with a curtsy. “Kelban is right behind me, truly.” Felice looked back in time to watch the dark-skinned man crash into a serving girl who was carrying water. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Agent Hulo (Part III)

Continued from Agent Hulo (Part II).

Valerio’s introduction to his father’s work was sudden and stressful for the boy.  Nobody believed him when he said that Alvares was his father.  Everyone treated him as though he was just a silly child.  They pitied him and coddled him, and he hated it.  With every shred of his youthful energy, he hated it.  Finally, he walked up to a woman with the name ‘Rodrigues‘ on her coat.

“You!  Tell me about why nobody believes I’m really Alvares’s son!” He puffed his cheeks out, ready for her to turn and laugh at him. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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Agent Hulo (Part II)

Continued from Agent Hulo.

Interrogating Nita was difficult for Alvares. At one point, she had been his betrothed until circumstances pulled them apart. Alvares walked from the cell and pulled the latex gloves from his hands, then removed the rubber full-body coat. Her fear and her remorse were so great, he’d not needed them at all. She told him everything, almost before he was able to get a secretary in to take notes– a secretary inspected and free of the Ku Ton tattoo.

He closed his eyes thoughtfully. The tattoos were only behind the ear, hidden under hair. In the event of baldness, they were smaller, but they were in the same location. He sighed as he pondered the names she gave him of known Ku Tons within in his agency. Alvares felt absolutely certain there were more, but with the new knowledge of how to identify them, he was less worried. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Agent Hulo

Alvares Hulo gripped his wife’s hand.  This wasn’t where he wanted his son born.  His work office was cursed, he was certain.  Silently, he prayed that the curse would not rest on his little boy.  As he knelt beside his wife, he looked her in the eye. “How are you feeling, Vanessia?”

“Sunshine and blueberries, love,” she answered dryly. “I want to strangle you for inflicting this on me.”

“Dear, you’re the one who damn near raped me.” He chuckled, satisfied that her humor was intact.  The doctor finally arrived, and from there, Alvares was promptly banished from the room to wait outside.  He sat against the pinstriped wall, propped up only by the strength of his outstretched legs.  He crossed his arms and thought about a few work problems while he waited. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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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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Temple of Time

The clock struck, and the gongs rang out.  Each gong sounded like a person screaming a lie to the heavens. “Dead King!” The gong with a voice of a young, strong man cried as the king laughed and danced about gaily. “Bad Crops!” This time, the gong sounded like a sweet-voiced woman as farmers brought in many vegetables from lush fields.  Another, a child with a stutter, cried “No w-war!” but the land was quickly razed by men covered in blood and iron.  The last peal was a horrible cry with a hoarse, loud voice. “Hero comes!” It screamed, like an old woman under torture, just as a man in shining armor was killed under an unknown figure’s axe.

The world suddenly became dark, and shadowy fog hid all, save the torso of a woman.  With blind, groping hands she reached into the shadows.  A few times, she pulled something from them, but returned it.  Finally, she drew forth a tattered robe, like a wordsmith of old.  Dark red curls framed her bare breasts and her round, pregnant belly.  Her flesh pale and soft, save where deep, ugly scars encircled her belly.  There were more than might be counted in that brief instant I saw her. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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