Sneak Peeks!

Corporeal

I died on a Tuesday, not much different than today. It was a regular day for some, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case for me. I wasn’t alone like I am now, but that hardly matters. I tend to avoid telling people of my demise, after all, it is frowned upon to ask someone how they met their end. I avoid it, not because of the reason most Ethereals think. My life isn’t what made me who I am, it was my death, my dissolution, my end, at the mercy of familiar hands. Yep, I knew my own personal reaper. It was once a hard point of contention, but without that particular brand of betrayal, I wouldn’t be exactly where I should be today, more than fifty years after my eyes opened to this new existence, to my life after death.

Wet

The man still crouched down staring at me is beautiful. I know men aren’t typically referred to as beautiful but handsome doesn’t really seem to cover it. He has dark skin a few shades darker than my own ebony, long locs with randomly placed colored strings, beads, and adornments, and gorgeous brown eyes. They look like a well of the most chocolatey brown you could just drown yourself in. I notice about a second too late, after I had finished eye-raping him, that his gaze is locked on me. Damn it. I hope he didn’t notice, but the smirk adorning his chiseled face says he absolutely did. Crap on a cracker.

They Call Me Queen

“What you think you know is not so. Do not believe those who aim to deceive. They are plentiful and will do more harm than good. They cannot prepare you for what is to come, but we can. Call my name when you are ready and I will come to you.”