Smokedawg “Tales of the Poisoned World: Expressions of Power”

About the Author

J. Jefferson (aka Smokedawg) is a middle-aged editor and journalist manifesting his mid-life crisis with a flurry of fiction writing instead of a sports car and trophy mistress. He began work on a sci-fi novel in 2008, then fell into erotica in 2009 by starting his blog ”Better With Smoke” (http://betterwithsmoke.wordpress.com) before branching out to the Smoking Fetish Kingdom, the Celis T. Rono Writer’s Collective, SmokingStories, and elsewhere with smoking and non-smoking erotica, as well as non-erotic fare. You can e-mail him at: pseudojeff@msn.com.

I began my “Poisoned World” stories with the “Venomous Passions” trilogy at: http://betterwithsmoke.wordpress.com/category/venomous-passions-trilogy/

Tales of the Poisoned World:

Expressions of Power

Noon came dimly in New Philadelphia, as was usually the case—the sun a sepia globe, it’s golden light filtered through the constant dun haze in the sky. Except when it rained hard with droplets that stung the skin, and cleared the air enough for people to remember the sky was supposed to be blue.

Or at least bluish.

Noon on this day was darker than usual, at least in the office of the city’s Executive Mayor, thanks to the mood of the man who had three months earlier won 60% of the vote to claim this office. Oswald K. Drummond IV. The third-richest man in the city and someone who was accustomed to being farther in-city, surrounded by only the rich. Cocooned from the dregs.

The central government building were in a clean part of the city. A safe place. A moneyed city-sector. But still, not the gem that City Center was. Where the upper stratas lived.

But this is where I need to be, to serve God and my fellow leaders of society, Oswald groaned inwardly. I’ll give up a few comforts to do what needs doing.

“Abominations and dangerous criminals,” he muttered.

Ashley Davidson “Untitled”

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Ashley Davidson

It was a dark a dreary night when she walked into town. She looked alone so we thought nothing just said hi an went along our way. Little time went by we started noticing people were missing? Children were scared to go out and play an not an night but in day? The air turned cold and chill in mid summer? Then the sun started not to rise an the moon stayed long hours of the night? Nobody could have seen it coming we were a happy town we all knew each other…are so we thought? It all went down a none so quiet evening at the pub “The Drunken Angel.”

I always hated that damn name it was bad medicine I always said. But like always nobody listen I was to young to know anything they said. I would ask “whats to know?” I’d get a sly remark its not a woman’s place to question her elders are the men. I would tell the to get the fuck out of my bar. An they would by victor my big strapping bodyguard. They would kick an scream some even bite, men they say more like boys with big toys. Just cause your born with a dick between your legs don’t make you a man only gender wise an I still just say their males as we are females.