Foolish Stories

The opaque waters were calm, so still that they reflected the Milky Way back upon itself. Millions and millions of stars conspiring to shape the twinkling Emu that sparkled on the surface of this remote desert billabong. The creator spirit soared overhead, her image rendered small enough to catch my downcast eyes. Through the night air, just heard, came the haunting notes of a far-off digeridoo. Soulful, earthy; the loose...

To “Hardcore” Hardaway’s way of thinking, the three snot-nosed young farts standing just inside the door to his cluttered work shed didn’t look good for much, most of all a Klan job. At first, they’d tried to act cocky, like this wasn’t no big deal. But none of ‘em said a word after seeing the cross he’d put together that afternoon. Now he was back out here trying to teach these whelps a thing or two while the half-finish...

Casey had become a submissive to Master Henry on her twenty-first birthday. He was in charge of a big company and was her father’s boss. Control had been a huge part of Henry’s character from a very young age and he quickly saw Casey as a challenge. She was a wild, foolish young woman and Henry knew she had a weakness for exhibitionism. As her Master, he planned a very special day for her, aiming to teach Casey a lesson,...

Oh, such sweet satire!The tease which framesThis amorous pyre,Becomes the most precarious of games.And we, now engulfed in the flames,Play along with unchaste desire. And, speedily the moments drip past,With unyielding, passionate decay.Even the words of love seem crass,Till there is nothing left to say.But, these feelings won't go away,And the heart shatters like glass. Then the knife still stainedWith the onions scent,S...