Historical
By the Horns
I, am Pilar Marín, and my favorite drug is dodging the horns of a charging bull. As I look out now, into the heart of the arena, the banderilleros are luring the bull, getting him ready for a dance with death. A dance with me. I have worked arduously to get where I am, but I have an obstacle. It is the same hurdle that has plagued women since Christ walked the Earth, and even before.
By Joseph DelFranco5 years ago in Fiction
Fairweather of the Bark Endeavour
Here on the balmy island of Tahiti, a stopover on our expedition of discovery, the ship moored for repairs. We found English dogs of the bloodhound variety. My comrades Chester and Lady were Mr Banks’ greyhounds and even though I was the ship’s cat, we had already decided to coexist on such a small ship. She was the Endeavour, filled with officers, scientists, military chaps and botanists, with the addition of my Captain Cook. We were commissioned to track the Transit of the planet Venus across the face of the sun from this very spot.
By Helen Weiss5 years ago in Fiction
Mesquite Horns
Mesquite shook his head in the bright morning sunlight. He tested his wobbly little legs and stood shakily in the Texas thornbrush. Nearby he heard a gentle lowing and he turned his head. His mom was grazing on the grass and he toddled over to her to get his breakfast. She nuzzled him as he nursed.
By Marianne E Schmidt5 years ago in Fiction
jack of diamonds
CHAPTER 16 Pt 1 SKULLDUGGERY As Artie entered the foyer at Marlborough, he thought it was about as close to home as he’d ever feel. There were the same wide bannisters on the staircase he remembered from his own youth, along with the black and white checkered floor he and his sister used to play on; potted plants, statues, paintings, bookcases, all the knick-knacks he’d expect to find in Rolvenden Manor were placed tastefully about the entryway. He looked up at the large chandelier hanging over the entrance and smiled. He remembered leaping from the bannister to the chandelier on a dare from his brother when he was sixteen years old. Well, it had been more than just a leap, he remembered. He’d had to take a running start, and that had involved running up a length of the bannister before leaping out and latching onto whatever handhold was available. His parents were furious with him as they had to bring a ladder in for him to climb down.
By ben woestenburg5 years ago in Fiction
It's Never Simple With A Lady Involved
It’s always the women that are the hardest. No one cares to see a man dragged out of a building in the middle of the night but word gets out it’s a lady and suddenly half the city’s out on the street, jumping to see, news crews flashing their cameras in my face, all the people yelling, and all the while she’s got to find her bag ‘cause no lady can go anywhere without her bag, not even jail, and I’ve got husbands and doormen crawling up my neck trying to tell me what’s gone and happened, and she’s always crying, for herself or for her bag or for the man she’s just killed. Then it’s my job to get her out of the building and through the crowd, and it’s near impossible to handle an arrested woman and all the people come pouring out to see me trying.
By Lacey Doddrow5 years ago in Fiction
Painted Blue
Another morning broke cold and icy. There was ice in the top of the buckets of water and everyone shivered in the cold. I had started wearing the long, thick dresses my mother had had made for me. They were simple, elegant, but very comfortable. What the men had not known, was that my mother had commissioned those dresses to hide several knives and a Roman style short sword.
By Arkady Thompson5 years ago in Fiction
The Medicine Bull
Closed another deal today! As I signed the final papers I glanced up at my office wall for the millionth time. What I saw this time was the same that I see every time. What my grandfather called the Medicine Bull. It was his gift to me before he passed. Along with it came the stories and encouragement he received from his grandfather.
By Dale Allman5 years ago in Fiction
The Bull
As the sun sets, a lone figure stands against the horizon. A herd of cattle lumbers into the barn for the night. His shadow is long. One of the cows getting close to the shadow rears her head as if it were alive and would react to her being near. Then over the horizon, a massive shadow appears. Two large horns jut out of the creature's head, giving it a powerful presence. The young man watches the bull trek to the barn. His massive body packed with muscles making him a fierce presence. The young man gives a simple whistle without saying a word, and his horse follows behind the bull. He closes the gate while still in the saddle, and with a precise movement, the horse takes off toward the house. He takes the saddle off the horse and walks him over to his fenced-in area and places his head against the horse's head, and says, "I love you, my friend."
By Jeff Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
