One day afterYou had leftMy mind still blackAnd blueI stood beneath the shower sprayErasing thoughts of you Circling now Just waitingTo try to slip back in Block itStop itMake it drownAgainAgainAgain The stall is thickWith shampoo steamFragrant cloying heat My stomach twistsWith fresh disgustI pull in air to breathe The tile is warmI feel the groutRoughness on my back Steady beating On my headGuards against attack Drummin...
The tension between Russ and Iona was subtle and hardly detectable by others. To dwell on what had occurred was advantageous to no one. Of course, there was nothing that escaped the eyes of Brenna. She saw the looks and noticed the new formality between the two. The first moment of opportunity found Brenna scolding Long Sword. “I hope that you are satisfied with your betrayal, to both Iona and to the brother you love. M...
Author’s Note ;this is not a political statement on any countries politics or foreign policy. It could be set in Syria today (though certain details make that highly unlikely) or set in the future in the States where citizens are defending themselves against a draconian government’s attempt to ban guns (that was a joke), it is a statement about the general futility and brutality of war but more than that it is about grabb...
Iona was not sure how long she laid there. A pain in her chest made breathing exhausting. This pain moved through her body till everything ached. Tears were never a general thing with her; she cried till empty. This was worse than physical abuse; that could only break her back. This broke her spirit. Her spirit was her only pride. To her it had value. There were no memories without it. She clung to it. Her spirit was the...
When he closed his eyes, no matter how slight, he could see the movement of her dark, golden skin against the paleness of his own. He could feel it and that was torture. He craved her touch and the mercy that it offered. A good fight in the heart of battle had always brought him great pleasure, great glory. That was where he belonged. Now, she was the only true delight of his heart, a respite from this world’s cruelties....
Everyone knows the name Kim Philby. You all know the notorious Cambridge Five spy ring. Unlike that famous quintet you have never heard this tale before. You have never heard the name, “Jean de Langham,” unless perhaps you are a massive fifties film fan. So sit down, pour a scotch, grab a cigarette if you’re so inclined, and listen up. The Soviet Cheka was more professional than most people realise. Often in Western capit...
The early morning fog hung low to the ground, like a misty blanket, and the breaking dawn cast long shadows, as we headed into the sun. The landscape consisted of sparse vegetation and sporadic groups of trees and rolling hills. We flew close to the deck as possible, trying to use the element of surprise.This wasn't like many of our search-and-destroy missions, where the target was ambiguous at best. This time, the "eye i...
Stalingrad, December 25, 1942. Winter blankets everything, turning the landscape bizarrely beautiful. If you look carefully, you can make out shapes under the hoarfrost and snow. Burned out tanks and piles of brick and steel that were once buildings litter the frozen battlefield that was once home to over 400,000 Russian men, women, and children. Now the corpses outnumber the living. You can see them as well, frozen limbs...
'Have you a cock?' The question that broke the mandatory silence was empty of emotion, as when one asks an automated teller for tens or twenties. My answer was equally flaccid. 'No. I have no need of one.' 'Really? No cock?' I was surprised by how easily the obscenity crossed her cultured lips, even though our propaganda averred that myriad such appendages had passed the other way. The irony amused me and a chuckle accomp...
All Greece hates Helen of Troy The azure of her eyes Embedded In a stone face The length of an outstretched hand Delicate To be kissed The lure of heart shaped lips With up turned corners Inherently hers To be given Like prized gifts At her will Desiring To sink a thousand ships As if they only Pass in the night For her there is no fuckingOnly the making Of Love I, too, Am guilty As I watch her With m...
“Ashriel, what are they doing? What’s going on?” Amaranth shouted over the com-link in his ear. The number of battleships flying into the Edenian solar system numbered in the trillions. Bursts of fire exploded everywhere. It was like heading straight into a nest of newborn suns. Only the fire died out quickly, leaving nothing in its wake but dust, debris, and death. Ashriel stared at it all in bewildered horror. Hours ago...
The Battle The battle rages within, Good against bad,Right against wrong, Need versus want, Duty versus desire, Can I versus you can not. Is the cost too high? Will she pay the price? Be able to live with herself?For which is worse, Settling for what she knows, Or a lifetime of wondering? There's a choice to be made, A leap to take, A chance to see. A hand reaches out, And with a deep breath, Her choice is made. In the en...
"If ye can spare a moment, Milord, I'm ready to report." Rael looked up from a map covering the huge pinewood table in his tent. A variety of similar maps and charts were arrayed on the table and rolled into tubes propped against the desk. There were writing supplies and a sheaf of fresh paper at the Knight Captain's elbow. StoneFingers was standing at the flap of Rael’s tent. The Dwarf looked like many of his brothers; s...
On the thirteenth day, scraping woke me. Scratching and scraping. From the surface end of the tunnel. Improbably fortuitously, a ship had arrived. And they were digging me out. I tapped furiously, clung to any hope. I've been so lucky, been close to death and escaped so many times - I knew a pile of rocks could never get the better of me. Another thought sobered me: even if I get out alive, I'll have to face the fact that...
~ ~ I broke my codeMy cool enigma Overflowed I rode the U boat's Floating fragments Depth-charge bursting Surface breaking ~ ~ Tied by hands Exposed and naked Wooden chair Roped ankles chafing Anglepoisoned Tasting blood and Sweat I'm breaking ~ ~ Tortuously Beaten stripped by Brain-washed films In-terror-gations Nations cried Humiliation Almost broken ~ ~ Sleep-deprived Amusic blaring Hot and cold I'm suffocating Solit...
