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flash fictionHow Isimyago Began her Harem
© 2005

Isimyago looked over the faces of the young women brought before her by their greedy fathers.

She flicked a jeweled finger at one and watched the father's face brighten, then darken as she spoke.

"Too skinny."

The girl's expressions were the opposite of the fathers, until she looked into his eyes. Then her relief was replaced by something else, something that ripped at Isimyago's heart.

"On second thought, I will take her. She may blossom with time."

To her steward she whispered, "Pay him, then have Gil follow him and bring back his other daughters, his widow, and my gold."

flash fictionThe Ice Sprites of Jandakal
© 2005

Outside Sansalan's window tiny, naked visions of old loves danced on the ice like reflected light. He knew they were little more than fleeting motes of semi-sentient plasma, but in his heart they were his long lost Phyllis, Theresa and Kendal.

He opened the window to the icy wind and began urging some life into his ancient cock. The sprites gathered round, and when he came they dipped into the milky puddle until it was gone.

He closed the window, and watched them return to their dance.

It was a small price. They took so little and gave so much.


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