We roamed through the dark back alleyways of the foreign cities foreign only to us our hearts in our throats from a drunken left turn that left the night air stale and sour...
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(Fiction) For A Stranger - Stuart L Holmes
The man started at her briefly. Certainly she was a thing of beauty. He began to wish he could have been asked to kill someone else. Burn down some slum on the east side, having to kill some junky who owed a substantial amount of cash.
(Fiction) A Time Gone By - Stuart L Holmes
Yes. When the last of them had left, the shimmering sound of leather boot to marble floor was but passing drums, marching out and beyond the pearl temple steps. So often had the general dreamt of reaching such a marvellous construct that meant so much more to him. More than he'd have any other know. The surroundings were gifted with; if there were such a thing as, frozen time. A temporal crack that he could pass in and out of on a whim.