From the diary of Kermit Roosevelt, the second son of Theodore Roosevelt, found in the estate of his younger sister, Esther Roosevelt.
Sunday, February 27, 1927, Rondônia, Brazil
Thirteen years the nightmare has haunted me.
I have blamed myself, pushed...
Looking into my reflective surface, she whispers:
"Mirror, Mirror. Who is fairest of them all?"
I always answer:
"Your majesty, you are fairest of all."
... and then I show her the very best social images of herself, the ones that are curated (by me) for the combination of most...
“Are you hungry?”
I open my eyes and see … me.
Well, it’s me, but a me that’s a bit older. This version of me is a very distinguished me, slim, dressed in a three piece suit, with gray thinning hair and a trim gray beard and mustache.
I’m in a...
"It's not your fault." Court put his naked arm around her naked shoulders, kissed the soft skin on her long, naked neck.
Really, Windsor thought, watching them through his electronic peephole, not your fault, then who's is it? Not mine, that's for...
Midnight at the Old Opera House, all lights off.
Medea feels her way, the soles of her bare feet on the cool wooden floors, fingertips brushing the smooth round edge of the intimate dining table, holding on to the table-top until she feels the next table, making her way from...
London, 1898
The Moonstone Club
“Max,” said Sherlock Holmes, " I want to introduce you to my friend, Mr. Goliath."
The four famous detectives — Sherlock Holmes, Max Carrados, Dr. John Evelyn Thorndyke, and Chevalier Auguste Dupin — were...
“They are so cute!”
“Adorable.”
“Look at their little name tags.” Beth picked up the first kitten — gray with white paws, pink nose, and big green eyes. “Graymalkin, is that your name?”
Graymalkin mewed.
“And this one is...
“We’re screwed.”
The night is black, the road desolate, a seemingly endless stretch of unlit asphalt that disappears into the murk of impenetrable fog.
“We just need to keep heading south,” Brendan says.
“We’re screwed,” Chari...
Rain falls on his new skin. He feels nothing.
Under cover of the night, he, Isaac Newton, sixty-three years of age in this the Year of the Lord 1706, arrives alone at Woolsthorpe, returning to the old two-story farmhouse where he grew up. In one hand he carries a lit lanthorn, in...
Napoleon, a survivor from the Mutiny of the Bounty, and a demonic killer in the cobblestoned streets of Toulon, 1793.
This is Part 15 (the FINAL part) of the story.
If you haven't read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part...
Napoleon, a survivor from the Mutiny of the Bounty, and a demonic killer in the cobblestoned streets of Toulon, 1793.
This is Part 14 of the story.
If you haven't read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, Part 7...
Napoleon, a survivor from the Mutiny of the Bounty, and a demonic killer in the cobblestoned streets of Toulon, 1793.
This is Part 13 of the story.
If you haven't read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6, Part 7...
