Submissions by Sharphare (John Messina)

Aradnia gazed out into the night, into the deep shadows, and saw shades of black and purple, the colors of evening. These shadows held secrets, terrors of things unseen and things that might be. Aradnia smiled, for she was, in her own perverse way, intimate with these shadows.  She stood six foot two, weighed one hundred seventy pounds.  Aradnia, immortal, clad in fabrics and shoes of ebon black.  Her long coat, form-fitting, hung down to her hips; her black leather skirt, tight, clung to her and accentuated a full and sensuous body.  Her hair, dyed black, was cut short, toughening an...