The world of Ain was a place where life had to struggle to survive. Most of the population existed as their ancestors had for thousands of years, wandering herdsmen following the grazing herds of cattle and goats. Over time the people of Ain had learned to exist and had developed a civilization that the land would support. This had remained essentially unchanged for thousands of years until
This story is a little bit offbeat for me. It's intended as an homage to a couple of excellent stories with similar themes published earlier by a couple of the best writers on SOL. Readers will recognize the genre as the story develops, but I don't intend to give it away at the outset. Warning to strokers: This story has some sexual content, but it is limited and slow to develop.
Jim was having a little bit of a hard time. He had been divorced for a while and had no new love on the horizon. Then he lost his job. Jim was a survivor. He started his own business, then he met Bonnie.
This is a story in four parts of precisely 250 words each. Each 'chapter' uses the name of one of the four great Celtic Fire Festivals. It is short and, I hope, sweet.
Heather Mercer was a junior high school teacher whose life was fine until her husband got in debt to a loan shark. The choices were slim. Allow his organs to be sold on the black market, or become a stripper on the weekends at the club the loan shark owned. Oh, yes. And then there was the sex she had to supply her new boss. Could she get out of it all? Who would save her?
Angela Harris eloped and joined the Army. The recruiter said they would be stationed together. They weren't. They got a one-night honeymoon and then went separate ways. It was unlikely they'd see each other for over a year. She got assigned to my section and I had to decide whether to leave her to the wolves or take her under my wing. I ended up taking her under my body. I did not intend to break up her marriage, but it needed to be done.