Historical Stories

What if every choice you ever made carried a weight you could never escape? One decision, one ripple, one domino — and the world begins to unravel. In a story where science feels like magic and fate bends under the weight of consequence, the prologue opens not with answers, but with the first tremors of catastrophe. Something ancient stirs, a secret awakens, and the chain of events has already begun.

The life of a lady is so tedious at times.

A revolutionary experience in the days of May '68.

Historical short story in a risque style about wayward nuns and a character stolen from Sherwood Forest.

Re-examining an old folk-song.

It's supposed to be a poem, but it isn't really. It's a silly rhyme. Rude though. Hope you like it.

This story is dark, sad, and grim. But you know the saying about action and reaction. It's only fair to say that some of you will NOT like this. 'As he released himself deep inside me, spraying his seed hot and desperately within my body, I clenched him tightly, scratched my fingers across the back of his neck, and shuddered, nay, shook helplessly with release, screaming and crushing him hard against the wall.'

The coming of age ritual of the Ravenclaw tribe on the Colombia River was for a high chief or god to initiate four-teen-year-old candidates to be warrior scouts and then to turn them over to a warrior for training and seeding for four years. Ravenclaw's high chief sends out a search party to find a dark god to initiate his son, Pony Boy. They come back with the studly black slave, Jonas.