Through The Aeons. Ebbed Tide by Byzantia Harlow
byPart Three of the serialized novella Ebbed Tide by Byzantia Harlowfeatured image: aerial photograph of the Bermuda Islands PART ONE The Isles of Bermoothes, lie scattered like…
Fiction
Lughnasadh – Days Of Harvest And The Woven Tapestry Of Wild Play & Nourishing Work
byby Hagar Harpak Summer is summering. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s a playful tug on a soul string. Maybe it’s a desire to…
The Anchoring. Ebbed Tide by Byzantia Harlow
byPart Two of the serialized novella Ebbed Tide by Byzantia Harlowfeatured image: Mudlarking along the River Thames PART ONE Dawn glistens off thickening mud, as the silver…
Taiwan Slash. Level 11
byLust is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars and they were shackled by it.
“If you forget me, think of our gifts to Aphrodite and all the loveliness that we shared, all the violent tiaras, braided rosebuds, dill and crocus twined around your young neck, myrrh poured on your head and on soft skin and hard thighs, girls with all that they most wished for beside them and touching them and in them while no voices chanted choruses without their own, no woodlot bloomed in spring without song’
Taiwan Slash
by‘When men say they’re scared of women they say its because women might laugh at them. When women say they’re afraid of men they say it’s because men might kill them,’ she snarled, her beautiful sexy eyes wide and shiny with vengeance, her mind as ever detailing essential data.
Seabird. Part 1 of Ebbed Tide by Byzantia Harlow
byThis is the first part of the serialised novella Ebbed Tide by Byzantia Harlowfeatured image of the bioluminescent sea He has let free the…
The Witches of Fire Island:
Four Hundred Years of Dick
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“They’ll have Sip n’ Twirl come Hell or highwater,” declared Geoffrey.
“And they’ll be charging full price, too. $42 for three martinis during a hurricane in October!”
The Witches of Fire Island Chapter I: A Witch’s Holiday
byAs they approached Cherry Grove, one of the men pointed out the Belvedere to his partner.
“OH, you mean the Taj MahBALLS,” the other man replied.
It did resemble the Taj Mahal, standing proud on the water in all its glistening faux neoclassical splendor.
The Taj Mahal, the most world-renowned monument to heterosexual love in this world, so unlike the Belvedere, which famously did not allow women to step foot on its grounds.