Psychologists tell us that memory can be triggered by sensory input. I like many, accepted that fact without much thought. We can all recall times when some sight, sound, smell or taste would remind us of something from our past. Over a month ago it happened to me but unlike previous occurrences, a whole series of memories were triggered leaving me stunned, shaking, aching in my heart for what had once been but would never be again.
Bobby walks onto the most losing team in school history and discovers a flair for winning games. The cheerleaders are so ecstatic about it that they reward him after each won game with a prize worth winning for. There are fifteen games and fifteen cheerleaders. The only problem is, one of them is his sister. Will they make the playoffs? Will he make his sister? / (Reviews)
At a countryside birthday gathering, a group of young wives and friends unexpectedly meet a group of foreign businessmen. What begins as a formal encounter quickly turns into a night of temptation, secrets, and dangerous games that test loyalty, desire, and the fragile boundaries of marriage. As passions rise, each character is forced to confront hidden longings and choices that could change their lives forever.
A Reginald Story Reginald was an unwanted only child, deprived of love by his parents, dependent on his innate cleverness to cope with life. He goes through school as a loner, but encouraged in his learning by his teachers. They persuade the school trust fund to help him get to university, and it is there that our story begins.
A story in the The Human Nexus Universe
One night between midnight and six AM Eastern, most of the people of the world died. No one knew why; there was no warning; they simply stopped. Some survived to live a few extra hours or days. In the USA, this meant that most folks died in their beds. Streets, roads, and bridges remained mostly open. In other parts of the world, the timing was such that the visible carnage was horrendous. For the dead, neither situation mattered a whit. After a week, humanity was dead - all but a very few.
I stand on the temple steps in the sunlight, a harmitu of Inanna waiting for someone to purchase my first time with a man. Waiting to begin the sacred rite—mirroring the mating of sacred king and high priestess, of god and goddess—that will make me a woman.