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Barbaria1

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Following the example of other writers here on CF, I’ve decided to produce a compendium of my scribblings, listing first my single-authored stories in this posting, and then collaborations with other CF members in a second posting. Links are to the original threads and comments. Pdf versions may also be found in the CF archive.

Single-authored stories:

“Gone Missing in Sweden: A Police Procedural Mystery”


Written in a trademark style employed by Scandinavian mystery writers, that placed emphasis on the slow and deliberate step-by-step process of police work, with special attention to the role of place and circumstance, thick description, strong characterizations, and a touch of humor.

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/gone-missing-in-sweden-a-police-procedural-mystery.9691/



The Cardinal Bishop and his female Pope


https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-cardinal-bishop-and-his-female-pope.9051/

In many ways my favorite. A bit of revisionist history, inspired by the persistent rumor that there once was a female ‘imposter’ Pope. The year is 1691. The place is the Vatican. Pope Alexander VIII has died unexpectedly. A divided College of Cardinals elects a dark horse candidate to be his successor. The new Pope, the 242nd, takes the name Innocent XI and begins, with the aid of close confidant and supporter, Cardinal Bishop Praetorio, a pontificate that shakes the entrenched Vatican establishment with controversial new initiatives and reforms. But wait. Unbeknownst by everyone but the Cardinal Bishop, the new Pope is a woman! But how long can that fact be hidden? Follow Praetorio’s emotionally conflicted telling of the fateful and shocking sequence of events … the betrayal, discovery, arrest, confinement, rape, trial, torture, condemnation and sentencing that led to Barbara of Mohr’s public humiliation and execution by crucifixion in St. Peter’s Square as a reviled papal imposter and anti-Christ.


Barb goes Bats

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barb-goes-bats.8930/

Witch burning days occur once a year in Cruxton, as officially decreed by the Earls of Cruxton sometime back in the 1500s. It’s 1715, and Barbara Moore, barmaid; has been accused of witchery. More specifically of wanton flaunting of a particular bit of her quite awesome anatomy with the intent purpose of undermining the good moral fiber of the menfolk of the fair town of Cruxton. Her scandalous behavior, so it is charged, can only be seen as the evil work of the Devil. But wait, she will not go to the stake and pyre alone, for it seems Cruxton has become infected with an epidemic of witchery, and five more CF girls have been sentenced to join her.


Bataan Barb

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/bataan-barb.8681/

In April 1942, the US forces on the Bataan Peninsula in the Philippines surrendered to the Imperial Japanese Army. There followed the infamous Bataan Death March. “Bataan Barb” is a heart-wrenching, true-to-life retelling of this horrific event, from the point of view of a small, tattered band of American Army nurses, led by First Lieutenant Barbara A. Moore. Follow Barb and her girls, and a host of other characters, both friend and foe, to experience firsthand the privation, brutality, abuse, and death that characterized the march. And, despite the tragic theme of the story, glimpse moments of the human spirit rising above the bestiality and exhibiting incredible self-sacrifice, mutual comfort, and even love.


Barbaria's Roman Crucifixion

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barbarias-roman-crucifixion.4692/

A short Roman crucifixion story in five parts, written around five manips created by Madiosi.


Barb’s Dystopian Dolcettish Demise

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barbs-dystopian-dolcettish-demise.7933/

It’s 2052 and the shortage of red meat in the Nation’s diet is alleviated by an annual cull of nineteen-year-old girls, administered by the FNPA (Federal Nutritional Procurement Agency), working out of more than a dozen regional centers. Follow the harrowing misadventures of Barbara Moore and two other recent graduates of Hamilton High School as their number is called and they are procured and shipped to the FNPA’s Goose River Center for processing. But that’s not all. Class Rebel Barb, on learning of her impending cull, organizes with the aid of her favorite former teacher, Ms. Whitaker, a protest rally that ends in a brutally suppressed riot and sends many of her other friends, as well as Ms Whitaker, to Goose River to be executed in a mass hanging.


1492

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/1492.7696/

“In fourteen hundred ninety-two, Columbus sailed the ocean blue,” begins the popular poem. But what’s the real story behind that historic voyage? Follow the misadventures of beautiful young Bárbara Morales as she stows away aboard the Santa Maria to escape a cruel employer, only to navigate brutal punishments, sexual slavery, terrifying perils, torrid love affairs, and an astonishingly erotic role in Columbus’ discovery of and initial encounter with the New World. Cameo episode by Windar.


M*A*S*H Diary

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/m-a-s-h-diary.7367/

It's late March of 1951. Newly minted Army nurse, Lieutenant Barbara A. Moore, joins the 4078th Mobile Army Surgical Hospital (MASH), located a few kilometers south of the fighting at Wo-on-Crux, Korea. She is totally unprepared for, flummoxed and humiliated by the crazy madcap antics of the unit's war-weary, sex-crazed officers, nurses and enlisted personnel, and her troubles only deepen when she unwisely decides to complain to the top brass about the 4078th's appaling lack of proper military discipline and decorum. Meanwhile, the Chinese have reportedly been crucifying captured nurses. Includes cameos by many CF members.


Barb’s Paris Holiday

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barbs-paris-holiday.7152/

Barbara Moore feels she is stuck in a rut and needs a change. Her friend Tree suggests a holiday in Paris ... Paris, Arkansas, that is. Barb "borrows" Tree's baby blue Mustang and excitedly sets off for a restful weekend at the "Shady Rest" bed and breakfast. What could be nicer? What could possibly go wrong?


Das Fallbeil

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/das-fallbeil.7090/

The 20 July 1944 plot to assassinate Hitler has failed. At Plötzensee Prison, SS Untersturmführer Dieter Horn awaits the next batch of conspirators to be sent to the guillotine. As he opens the top dossier on his desk, he is surprised and shocked to learn that he is to oversee the execution of his former sweetheart, Barbara Mohr. Can it be? Is it really her? His beloved Bärbel? How on earth will he handle this cruel twist of fate? Can he bear to open her dossier and look at the report and photos of her interrogation? Can he carry out his duty as an SS officer to order her strapped down naked beneath the waiting blade? What will she think of him? Surely she is innocent! Is there no way out? A dark story of love and duty, interrogation and torture, and the grim terror of impending execution by guillotine.


Constantinople

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/constantinople.4621/

The year is 1453 and after seven long weeks of bitter siege, Constantinople is about to fall to the terrible Turks. The bravery of the city’s badly outnumbered Greek and Italian defenders was simply not enough. The long dreaded sack of the city was about to begin. The Sultan Mehmet has granted his victorious soldiers the unfettered three-day-period of pillage, murder and rape that, by tradition, befalls the helpless civilian populace of any besieged city. Their blood lust up, the Turkish troops rampage through the stricken city, breaking into homes, burning, looting, killing and raping at every step. Follow two young women, Varvara and Adlefi, as they encounter peril after peril in their desperate fight to escape the horrors of enslavement, torture and horrific death in a world suddenly turned upside down.


Together


A Roman legion backs the wrong imperial contender and is defeated on the field of battle. The legionary survivors and the female slaves swept up with the legion's unattended baggage in the aftermath of the battle must now pay the price in a mass public crucifixion along a Roman road. Hundreds are nailed to crosses. Huge crowds arrive to witness the spectacle. But one cross gains special notoriety, for it bears the suffering naked bodies of not one but two young women ... crucified together, back-to-back. Together they suffer heat, thirst, the sting of the lash, exhaustion and despair, but together they also find a special human bond that sustains them throughout their terrible ordeal.


Traffic Violation Saturday

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/traffic-violation-saturday.6121/

Barbara Moore takes a job in a new town, only to be arrested for driving the wrong direction on a one-way street, and to discover that the town has an unusual means of dealing with traffic violations. A short story in 3 parts, inspired by Welsh Webb's famous "Sunday in the Park" drawing.



1942

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/1942.3789/

The South Pacific, 1942. An American schoolteacher is captured by invading Japanese and driven with other women on a cross-country death march to an internment camp, where she along with her American, French and Burmese friends, are tortured and forced to serve their captors as comfort girls. They escape to join a ragtag British and Australian commando group, but are eventually recaptured and executed in a brutal Japanese-style crucifixion.



Berlin Diary

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/berlin-diary.5726/

Follow Barbara Moore as she journeys to Berlin in 1936 on a mysterious special assignment. Adventure, peril, torture, and "story twists" abound as she stalks a high-ranking Nazi leader, tangles with Brown Shirts and ends up in the clutches of the Gestapo. Cameo episodes by Windar.



Downpour

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/downpour.5536/

A foul weather Roman crucifixion short story in 3 parts



The Big Scoop

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-big-scoop.5348/

Written in the “roman noir” style … it’s 1925 and young cub reporter Barbara Moore gets her big journalism break with an assignment that takes her undercover to report on the doings of the Mafia. What could go wrong?


Custer’s Little Big Horn

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/custers-little-big-horn.5208/

A Wild West story. It’s the summer 1876, Dakota Territory. Great choking clouds of yellow-brown dust billow from under the spinning wheels of a rocking and lurching stagecoach. The thundering hooves of four galloping horses and the exhortations of the driver make conversation inside the nearly empty coach difficult. Across from Barbara Moore sits a lone gentleman ... dapper looking, ruddy-faced, with a big drooping mustache and a long cigar. He’s been regarding her curiously for some time now, and finally leans forward to shout, "I say darling, where are you headed?"

"Fort Abraham Lincoln," She replied after a moment’s hesitation, "and you, kind Sir?"

"The same, ma'am ... Rupert Wragg's the name."


Desert Sands

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/desert-sands.5152/

A tale of war in the Middle East, with some classy art by SkatingJesus. It’s late February 1991 … somewhere just inside Iraq with the 1st Cav. A blinding desert dust storm has set in. Barbara Moore sits nervously in the passenger seat of a M35 "Deuce-and-half", peering through the dirty windshield at the Humvee driving "point" for a little column of six trucks carrying fuel for the armor up ahead. Her sergeant, who sits at the wheel, keeps up a constant chatter as the column creeps along through buffeting gusts and swirls of wind-blown sand. What could possibly go wrong?


The Witchfinder’s Axe

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-witchfinders-axe.5132/

It's the summer of 1645, and the Witch Finder General has just come to town ... in this, the second year of his fateful quest to rid the kingdom once and for all of the evils of witchery and the works of the devil. Proclamations had been posted early yesterday morning, inviting good citizens to report any suspicions they might have of witchcraft among neighbors, friends and acquaintances, even family.The tumbril lurches, groans and creaks as it negotiates the unevenly paved cobblestone lane on its crude wooden axles. Condemned Barbara Moore struggles to keep her balance, steadying herself as best she can against the front-side railing. An escort of grim-faced helmeted men, with long pikes in hand and flaming red sashes drawn over their tunics, flank the tumbril on either side. A man with a drum leads the procession, rapping out a steady rattling beat.



Barb’s Bazaar Story

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barbs-bazaar-story.3654/

It is late afternoon on the third day of Barbara Moore’s package tour – her first real holiday in two years. The tour bus winds its way slowly through the throngs of people in the heart of the city, finally pulling up and parking on the fringe of the grand bazaar. Along with the others she steps off the bus into the stifling heat of the day. The contrast between the AC in the bus and the heat of the day outside takes her breath away. As She begins to amble along the shops and stalls, the perspiration starts to break out on her face and scalp, and her light flower-print dress starts to cling to her body. Reflexively She unbuttons the top two front buttons. And that’s how it all begins …


Kru Krux Klan

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/ku-krux-klan.5102/

Summer of '61, somewhere deep in the Old South, on the fourth day of a "freedom ride." A dilapidated bus rolls down the narrow back road, a choking cloud of red-hued dust marking it's passage. It's nearly noon and Freedom Rider Barb Moore is feeling the first pangs of hunger. Bored, she stared out the open window at the seemingly endless sun-baked fields interspersed with patches of southern pine. Telephone poles whiz by in rapid succession. A rush of warm air swirls in through the open window, sending unruly strands of my long brown hair whipping across her face. The heat is unbearable., and the humidity too. Tiny rivulets of sweat trickle down her back, and dark spreading stains mark the armpits of her dark blue shirt with its little white-stitched-monogram sporting the initials: "BM". She tugs at her short gray skirt, which has ridden up once again to expose the bare skin on the backs of her thighs and knees to the clammy stickiness of the cracked vinyl seat. She kicks off her penny loafers, stretches her legs, and takes a long swig from her half-empty bottle of warm Pepsi to ease the dryness in her mouth. The bus slows as it enters yet another sleepy little southern town. What could go wrong?


The Competition

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-competition.4961/

Barbara Moore takes on a life as an Abbey Noviate as her only alternative to condemnation by her Master for alleged satanic indulgences and a probable burning at the stake in the town square. The old Abbey stands on a hill outside the little town of St. Cruxton; it's massive red sandstone walls and vaultings giving it a dark brooding appearance, considerably enhanced by the misty bleakness of the surrounding moors. Once inside she finds the rigors of Abbey life depressing and the punishments for misbehaviors frightful. Moreover she finds herself selected as the Abbey’s contestant in the annual competition among the various abbeys for the best reenactment of the Saviour’s Crucifixion. Cameo’s by other CF members.


Game Day

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/game-day.2893/

It’s the day of the big game – the annual football game between rival Catholic East and Catholic West High Schools. The pre-game pep rally at the Catholic East gymnasium is packed and Barb Moore stands up front alongside three other girls, the school principal and football coach. The four girls are being honored as this year’s “stake”… the annual wager between the two schools, in which each school offers up a “stake” of four of its senior female students to be turned over to the winning school for post-game humiliation.



Wind and Rain

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/wind-and-rain.4953/

A Roman crucifixion story. Familiar but with a little twist



And the Waters Ran Red


Summer of '68. Barb Moore’s long awaited UK holiday. A whole week in a sea-view cottage, all to herself. A chance to relax, unwind a bit after a grueling first term as a university lecturer. The weather hasn't cooperated much. Gale force winds and torrential rain; nothing but dreariness day after day. Forced to stay indoors; going stir-crazy. But her very last day before packing it back to Heathrow, is going to be different. The week-long gale has finally blown itself out. The sun shines brightly and reflects dazzling little sparkles on the becalmed waters of the Irish Sea. She resolves to make the best of it. She tossed a book, a radio, a hastily made sandwich, a beach towel and plenty of sunscreen in an over the shoulder bag, grabs her designer shades, and heads out on foot searching for a nice secluded cove with a stretch of sandy beach with not a soul in sight … just she and the sounds of waves lapping gently at the shore, a couple of gulls soaring across a cloudless blue sky. She spreads her beach towel, turns on the radio and searched for something to suit her mood. There it is! She turns up the volume. The quick paced, throbbing sounds of Steppenwolf's "Born to be Wild" fills the air.

A tale of abduction and terror, involving a girl hunt in the wild staged as an annual event for a select group of participants.



The Wait

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-wait.4819/#post-201326

Sometimes I think it's nearly impossible to think of fresh ways to depict being crucified by the Romans. But my warped little mind wandered to this little scene and I rushed to write it out. It's just a short story.



The Hunt

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-hunt.3530/

A poem about a holiday at the beach with a friend gone horribly wrong



The Defile

A Roman era poem in three parts, loosely inspired by the 1st century Roman disaster in the Teutoberg Forest.

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-defile.3485/

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-defile-part-2.3506/#post-100586


https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-defile-part-3.3528/#post-102004



8 Prinz-Albrechts-strasse


Arrested in middle of the night,

men in black leather coats,
told to get dressed,
hustled into black Mercedes 260D

Escorted down the cavernous hallway,
grim faced men at my side,
my heels click-clack echoing,

on polished marble floor …….

A poem of terror and torture at the infamous Gestapo Headquarters in bomb ravaged Berlin, 21 July 1944
 
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Following the example of other writers here on CF, I’ve decided to produce a compendium of my scribblings, listing first my single-authored stories in this posting, and then collaborations with other CF members in a second posting. Links are to the original threads and comments. Pdf versions may also be found in the CF archive.

Single-authored stories

The Cardinal Bishop and his female Pope


https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-cardinal-bishop-and-his-female-pope.9051/

My most recent and in many ways my favorite. A bit of revisionist history, inspired by the persistent rumor that there once was a female ‘imposter’ Pope. The year is 1691. The place is the Vatican. Pope Alexander VIII has died unexpectedly. A divided College of Cardinals elects a dark horse candidate to be his successor. The new Pope, the 242nd, takes the name Innocent XI and begins, with the aid of close confidant and supporter, Cardinal Bishop Praetorio, a pontificate that shakes the entrenched Vatican establishment with controversial new initiatives and reforms. But wait. Unbeknownst by everyone but the Cardinal Bishop, the new Pope is a woman! But how long can that fact be hidden? Follow Praetorio’s emotionally conflicted telling of the fateful and shocking sequence of events … the betrayal, discovery, arrest, confinement, rape, trial, torture, condemnation and sentencing that led to Barbara of Mohr’s public humiliation and execution by crucifixion in St. Peter’s Square as a reviled papal imposter and anti-Christ.


Barb goes Bats

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barb-goes-bats.8930/

Witch burning days occur once a year in Cruxton, as officially decreed by the Earls of Cruxton sometime back in the 1500s. It’s 1715, and Barbara Moore, barmaid; has been accused of witchery. More specifically of wanton flaunting of a particular bit of her quite awesome anatomy with the intent purpose of undermining the good moral fiber of the menfolk of the fair town of Cruxton. Her scandalous behavior, so it is charged, can only be seen as the evil work of the Devil. But wait, she will not go to the stake and pyre alone, for it seems Cruxton has become infected with an epidemic of witchery, and five more CF girls have been sentenced to join her.


Bataan Barb

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/bataan-barb.8681/

In April 1942, the US forces on the Bataan Peninsula in the Philippines surrendered to the Imperial Japanese Army. There followed the infamous Bataan Death March. “Bataan Barb” is a heart-wrenching, true-to-life retelling of this horrific event, from the point of view of a small, tattered band of American Army nurses, led by First Lieutenant Barbara A. Moore. Follow Barb and her girls, and a host of other characters, both friend and foe, to experience firsthand the privation, brutality, abuse, and death that characterized the march. And, despite the tragic theme of the story, glimpse moments of the human spirit rising above the bestiality and exhibiting incredible self-sacrifice, mutual comfort, and even love.


Barbaria's Roman Crucifixion

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barbarias-roman-crucifixion.4692/

A short Roman crucifixion story in five parts, written around five manips created by Madiosi.


Barb’s Dystopian Dolcettish Demise

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barbs-dystopian-dolcettish-demise.7933/

It’s 2052 and the shortage of red meat in the Nation’s diet is alleviated by an annual cull of nineteen-year-old girls, administered by the FNPA (Federal Nutritional Procurement Agency), working out of more than a dozen regional centers. Follow the harrowing misadventures of Barbara Moore and two other recent graduates of Hamilton High School as their number is called and they are procured and shipped to the FNPA’s Goose River Center for processing. But that’s not all. Class Rebel Barb, on learning of her impending cull, organizes with the aid of her favorite former teacher, Ms. Whitaker, a protest rally that ends in a brutally suppressed riot and sends many of her other friends, as well as Ms Whitaker, to Goose River to be executed in a mass hanging.


1492

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/1492.7696/

“In fourteen hundred ninety-two, Columbus sailed the ocean blue,” begins the popular poem. But what’s the real story behind that historic voyage? Follow the misadventures of beautiful young Bárbara Morales as she stows away aboard the Santa Maria to escape a cruel employer, only to navigate brutal punishments, sexual slavery, terrifying perils, torrid love affairs, and an astonishingly erotic role in Columbus’ discovery of and initial encounter with the New World. Cameo episode by Windar.


M*A*S*H Diary

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/m-a-s-h-diary.7367/

It's late March of 1951. Newly minted Army nurse, Lieutenant Barbara A. Moore, joins the 4078th Mobile Army Surgical Hospital (MASH), located a few kilometers south of the fighting at Wo-on-Crux, Korea. She is totally unprepared for, flummoxed and humiliated by the crazy madcap antics of the unit's war-weary, sex-crazed officers, nurses and enlisted personnel, and her troubles only deepen when she unwisely decides to complain to the top brass about the 4078th's appaling lack of proper military discipline and decorum. Meanwhile, the Chinese have reportedly been crucifying captured nurses. Includes cameos by many CF members.


Barb’s Paris Holiday

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barbs-paris-holiday.7152/

Barbara Moore feels she is stuck in a rut and needs a change. Her friend Tree suggests a holiday in Paris ... Paris, Arkansas, that is. Barb "borrows" Tree's baby blue Mustang and excitedly sets off for a restful weekend at the "Shady Rest" bed and breakfast. What could be nicer? What could possibly go wrong?


Das Fallbeil

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/das-fallbeil.7090/

The 20 July 1944 plot to assassinate Hitler has failed. At Plötzensee Prison, SS Untersturmführer Dieter Horn awaits the next batch of conspirators to be sent to the guillotine. As he opens the top dossier on his desk, he is surprised and shocked to learn that he is to oversee the execution of his former sweetheart, Barbara Mohr. Can it be? Is it really her? His beloved Bärbel? How on earth will he handle this cruel twist of fate? Can he bear to open her dossier and look at the report and photos of her interrogation? Can he carry out his duty as an SS officer to order her strapped down naked beneath the waiting blade? What will she think of him? Surely she is innocent! Is there no way out? A dark story of love and duty, interrogation and torture, and the grim terror of impending execution by guillotine.


Constantinople

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/constantinople.4621/

The year is 1453 and after seven long weeks of bitter siege, Constantinople is about to fall to the terrible Turks. The bravery of the city’s badly outnumbered Greek and Italian defenders was simply not enough. The long dreaded sack of the city was about to begin. The Sultan Mehmet has granted his victorious soldiers the unfettered three-day-period of pillage, murder and rape that, by tradition, befalls the helpless civilian populace of any besieged city. Their blood lust up, the Turkish troops rampage through the stricken city, breaking into homes, burning, looting, killing and raping at every step. Follow two young women, Varvara and Adlefi, as they encounter peril after peril in their desperate fight to escape the horrors of enslavement, torture and horrific death in a world suddenly turned upside down.


Together


A Roman legion backs the wrong imperial contender and is defeated on the field of battle. The legionary survivors and the female slaves swept up with the legion's unattended baggage in the aftermath of the battle must now pay the price in a mass public crucifixion along a Roman road. Hundreds are nailed to crosses. Huge crowds arrive to witness the spectacle. But one cross gains special notoriety, for it bears the suffering naked bodies of not one but two young women ... crucified together, back-to-back. Together they suffer heat, thirst, the sting of the lash, exhaustion and despair, but together they also find a special human bond that sustains them throughout their terrible ordeal.


Traffic Violation Saturday

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/traffic-violation-saturday.6121/

Barbara Moore takes a job in a new town, only to be arrested for driving the wrong direction on a one-way street, and to discover that the town has an unusual means of dealing with traffic violations. A short story in 3 parts, inspired by Welsh Webb's famous "Sunday in the Park" drawing.



1942

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/1942.3789/

The South Pacific, 1942. An American schoolteacher is captured by invading Japanese and driven with other women on a cross-country death march to an internment camp, where she along with her American, French and Burmese friends, are tortured and forced to serve their captors as comfort girls. They escape to join a ragtag British and Australian commando group, but are eventually recaptured and executed in a brutal Japanese-style crucifixion.



Berlin Diary

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/berlin-diary.5726/

Follow Barbara Moore as she journeys to Berlin in 1936 on a mysterious special assignment. Adventure, peril, torture, and "story twists" abound as she stalks a high-ranking Nazi leader, tangles with Brown Shirts and ends up in the clutches of the Gestapo. Cameo episodes by Windar.



Downpour

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/downpour.5536/

A foul weather Roman crucifixion short story in 3 parts



The Big Scoop

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-big-scoop.5348/

Written in the “roman noir” style … it’s 1925 and young cub reporter Barbara Moore gets her big journalism break with an assignment that takes her undercover to report on the doings of the Mafia. What could go wrong?


Custer’s Little Big Horn

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/custers-little-big-horn.5208/

A Wild West story. It’s the summer 1876, Dakota Territory. Great choking clouds of yellow-brown dust billow from under the spinning wheels of a rocking and lurching stagecoach. The thundering hooves of four galloping horses and the exhortations of the driver make conversation inside the nearly empty coach difficult. Across from Barbara Moore sits a lone gentleman ... dapper looking, ruddy-faced, with a big drooping mustache and a long cigar. He’s been regarding her curiously for some time now, and finally leans forward to shout, "I say darling, where are you headed?"

"Fort Abraham Lincoln," She replied after a moment’s hesitation, "and you, kind Sir?"

"The same, ma'am ... Rupert Wragg's the name."


Desert Sands

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/desert-sands.5152/

A tale of war in the Middle East, with some classy art by SkatingJesus. It’s late February 1991 … somewhere just inside Iraq with the 1st Cav. A blinding desert dust storm has set in. Barbara Moore sits nervously in the passenger seat of a M35 "Deuce-and-half", peering through the dirty windshield at the Humvee driving "point" for a little column of six trucks carrying fuel for the armor up ahead. Her sergeant, who sits at the wheel, keeps up a constant chatter as the column creeps along through buffeting gusts and swirls of wind-blown sand. What could possibly go wrong?


The Witchfinder’s Axe

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-witchfinders-axe.5132/

It's the summer of 1645, and the Witch Finder General has just come to town ... in this, the second year of his fateful quest to rid the kingdom once and for all of the evils of witchery and the works of the devil. Proclamations had been posted early yesterday morning, inviting good citizens to report any suspicions they might have of witchcraft among neighbors, friends and acquaintances, even family.The tumbril lurches, groans and creaks as it negotiates the unevenly paved cobblestone lane on its crude wooden axles. Condemned Barbara Moore struggles to keep her balance, steadying herself as best she can against the front-side railing. An escort of grim-faced helmeted men, with long pikes in hand and flaming red sashes drawn over their tunics, flank the tumbril on either side. A man with a drum leads the procession, rapping out a steady rattling beat.



Barb’s Bazaar Story

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/barbs-bazaar-story.3654/

It is late afternoon on the third day of Barbara Moore’s package tour – her first real holiday in two years. The tour bus winds its way slowly through the throngs of people in the heart of the city, finally pulling up and parking on the fringe of the grand bazaar. Along with the others she steps off the bus into the stifling heat of the day. The contrast between the AC in the bus and the heat of the day outside takes her breath away. As She begins to amble along the shops and stalls, the perspiration starts to break out on her face and scalp, and her light flower-print dress starts to cling to her body. Reflexively She unbuttons the top two front buttons. And that’s how it all begins …


Kru Krux Klan

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/ku-krux-klan.5102/

Summer of '61, somewhere deep in the Old South, on the fourth day of a "freedom ride." A dilapidated bus rolls down the narrow back road, a choking cloud of red-hued dust marking it's passage. It's nearly noon and Freedom Rider Barb Moore is feeling the first pangs of hunger. Bored, she stared out the open window at the seemingly endless sun-baked fields interspersed with patches of southern pine. Telephone poles whiz by in rapid succession. A rush of warm air swirls in through the open window, sending unruly strands of my long brown hair whipping across her face. The heat is unbearable., and the humidity too. Tiny rivulets of sweat trickle down her back, and dark spreading stains mark the armpits of her dark blue shirt with its little white-stitched-monogram sporting the initials: "BM". She tugs at her short gray skirt, which has ridden up once again to expose the bare skin on the backs of her thighs and knees to the clammy stickiness of the cracked vinyl seat. She kicks off her penny loafers, stretches her legs, and takes a long swig from her half-empty bottle of warm Pepsi to ease the dryness in her mouth. The bus slows as it enters yet another sleepy little southern town. What could go wrong?


The Competition

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-competition.4961/

Barbara Moore takes on a life as an Abbey Noviate as her only alternative to condemnation by her Master for alleged satanic indulgences and a probable burning at the stake in the town square. The old Abbey stands on a hill outside the little town of St. Cruxton; it's massive red sandstone walls and vaultings giving it a dark brooding appearance, considerably enhanced by the misty bleakness of the surrounding moors. Once inside she finds the rigors of Abbey life depressing and the punishments for misbehaviors frightful. Moreover she finds herself selected as the Abbey’s contestant in the annual competition among the various abbeys for the best reenactment of the Saviour’s Crucifixion. Cameo’s by other CF members.


Game Day

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/game-day.2893/

It’s the day of the big game – the annual football game between rival Catholic East and Catholic West High Schools. The pre-game pep rally at the Catholic East gymnasium is packed and Barb Moore stands up front alongside three other girls, the school principal and football coach. The four girls are being honored as this year’s “stake”… the annual wager between the two schools, in which each school offers up a “stake” of four of its senior female students to be turned over to the winning school for post-game humiliation.



Wind and Rain

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/wind-and-rain.4953/

A Roman crucifixion story. Familiar but with a little twist



The Waters Ran Red

Summer of '68. Barb Moore’s long awaited UK holiday. A whole week in a sea-view cottage, all to herself. A chance to relax, unwind a bit after a grueling first term as a university lecturer. The weather hasn't cooperated much. Gale force winds and torrential rain; nothing but dreariness day after day. Forced to stay indoors; going stir-crazy. But her very last day before packing it back to Heathrow, is going to be different. The week-long gale has finally blown itself out. The sun shines brightly and reflects dazzling little sparkles on the becalmed waters of the Irish Sea. She resolves to make the best of it. She tossed a book, a radio, a hastily made sandwich, a beach towel and plenty of sunscreen in an over the shoulder bag, grabs her designer shades, and heads out on foot searching for a nice secluded cove with a stretch of sandy beach with not a soul in sight … just she and the sounds of waves lapping gently at the shore, a couple of gulls soaring across a cloudless blue sky. She spreads her beach towel, turns on the radio and searched for something to suit her mood. There it is! She turns up the volume. The quick paced, throbbing sounds of Steppenwolf's "Born to be Wild" fills the air.

A tale of abduction and terror, involving a girl hunt in the wild staged as an annual event for a select group of participants.



The Wait

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-wait.4819/#post-201326

Sometimes I think it's nearly impossible to think of fresh ways to depict being crucified by the Romans. But my warped little mind wandered to this little scene and I rushed to write it out. It's just a short story.



The Hunt

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-hunt.3530/

A poem about a holiday at the beach with a friend gone horribly wrong



The Defile

A Roman era poem in three parts, loosely inspired by the 1st century Roman disaster in the Teutoberg Forest.

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-defile.3485/

https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-defile-part-2.3506/#post-100586


https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-defile-part-3.3528/#post-102004
This is gold Barb, thank you. I've bookmarked the link so I can revisit regularly...
 
Traffic Violation Saturday
Just read this story. It`s very interesting to read from the female victim POV. Barb, I guess you are more conscious about your body and parts of you body than male writers don't have (for obvious reasons). It's very erotic to read about what kind of pain would you feel in your thighs, you tail bone...etc...and even your breasts! although many writers has written about female breasts, when a female talks about her own breasts, going under torture and stress, makes it a valuable and erotic thing.
 
Great. A lovely compendium. Sounds I have to read a lot.

Cannot find the Link to 'The Waters Ran Red'.
 
AND HERE’S TO YOU MR. HANGINGTREE

And here's to you, Mr. HangingTree

Cruxers love you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mr. HangingTree
For all the innocents you hanged today
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to know where you learned your craft
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
CruxForums the place you can feel at home

And here's to you, Mr. HangingTree
Cruxers love you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mr. HangingTree
A case of Seagrams is your pay
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Hidden in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Are those specially sharpened nails you always use
They’re a little secret, quite beyond compare
And especially so when used with French premium wood

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mr. HangingTree
Cruxers love you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mr. HangingTree
For hanging Barbara Moore today
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

To the scaffold she did go on a Sunday afternoon
For taking your Mustang on a crash cruise
Laugh about it, shout about it
Light up and drink some booze
Any way you look at this, she deserved the noose

Where have you gone, Barbara Moore?
A wondering nation turns its eyes to you
Woo, woo, woo
What's that you say, Mr. HangingTree?
Barbara Moore has sadly danced her life away?
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey


(Apologies to S & G)
 
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AND HERE’S TO YOU MR. HANGINGTREE

And here's to you, Mr. HangingTree

Cruxers love you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mr. HangingTree
For all the innocents you hanged today
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to know where you learned your craft
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
CruxForums the place you feel at home

And here's to you, Mr. HangingTree
Cruxers love you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mr. HangingTree
A case of Seagrams is your pay today
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Hide in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Those specially sharpened nails you always use
They’re a little secret, quite beyond compare
And especially so when used with French premium wood

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mr. HangingTree
Cruxers loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mr. HangingTree
Barbara Moore’s to be hanged today
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

To the scaffold she will go on a Sunday afternoon
For taking your Mustang on an ill fated cruise
Laugh about it, shout about it
Light up and drink some booze
Any way you look at this, she deserves the noose

Where have you gone, Barbara Moore?
A wondering nation turns its eyes to you
Woo, woo, woo
What's that you say, Mr. HangingTree?
Barbara Moore has sadly danced her life away?
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey


(Apologies to S & G)
There'll soon be enough material for a CF Album :)
 
AND HERE’S TO YOU MR. HANGINGTREE

And here's to you, Mr. HangingTree

Cruxers love you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mr. HangingTree
For all the innocents you hanged today
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to know where you learned your craft
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
CruxForums the place you feel at home

And here's to you, Mr. HangingTree
Cruxers love you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mr. HangingTree
A case of Seagrams is your pay today
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

Hidden in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Those specially sharpened nails you always use
They’re a little secret, quite beyond compare
And especially so when used with French premium wood

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mr. HangingTree
Cruxers loves you more than you will know
Whoa, whoa, whoa
God bless you, please, Mr. HangingTree
Barbara Moore’s to be hanged today
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

To the scaffold she will go on a Sunday afternoon
For taking your Mustang on an ill-fated cruise
Laugh about it, shout about it
Light up and drink some booze
Any way you look at this, she deserves the noose

Where have you gone, Barbara Moore?
A wondering nation turns its eyes to you
Woo, woo, woo
What's that you say, Mr. HangingTree?
Barbara Moore has sadly danced her life away?
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey


(Apologies to S & G)
With many thanks...

And, yes, Messa, Barb kicked much longer hanged with one of your premium French nooses...

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