Author's Note: A big thank you to the ever-lovely Randi for organizing the "Highway Song" event. To my team F.R., D.A., Laura L., Barry J., and Steve M. for being some fantastic betas. Dedicated to the two writers Bebop3 and MsCherylTerra, without whom this story would have never been finished. I am eternally grateful. — This story is set in 1993, a time...
"You want my name? For the record? Fine, Nathanial Jonathan Briggs. Residing at 122 Connecticut Lane, San Francisco. You already know the place, Jakes' Bar, down on the waterfront. You had it staked out for the past two months." "I don't know where she is. She's been gone for two weeks now, why do you people keep asking me the same damn questions over and o...
Prologue The setting for Kitten Spreads Her Wings is in mid-continent USA and opens with Ray, an eighteen-year-old western transplant, recounting his summer fantasy with his cute as a button, eighteen-year-old step-cousin, Marie. It recounts their experiences with Katelyn, a college freshman, in a three-way love triangle that begins during the summer when...
USS Surefoot, Deck 4, Sickbay Recovery Room, Stardate 36448.68: Captain Hrelle lay face down on the biobed, resting his muzzle on his crossed arms, a teal-coloured cloth draped over his rear end; a small opening in the cloth allowed a thick, furless, half-metre-long appendage to rise up and sway like a Rigelian cobra. His fingers, encased in dermal sheaths,...
It's worth walking four blocks for a fancy, overpriced cup of coffee just to get out of the office for a few minutes. Even the cold December wind blowing up Light Street off the harbor didn't deter me. I'd spent all morning and lunch at my desk staring at spreadsheets, trying to figure out how to cut two hundred forty-eight thousand, six hundred sixty-two do...
A clear blue sky stretched to the horizons, wispy clouds added a splash of color, and a light, cool breeze played with her hair. Spring had arrived, and the Mountain Laurel trees, always beautiful, hung a few inches lower, courtesy of the large purple flowers hanging from their branches. The combination of dark green, light purple, and speckles of white, rev...
Hi Folks, Thanks for all of the E-mails and comments on last week's story. Whether positive or negative I appreciated all of them. This week's story is a bit different though as usual. So If it's not your cup of tea fear not next week's story is very different from this one. Thanks as always to the incredible Mikothebaby for working her magic here. And for e...
PREFACE This essay is long as it must be in order to be as comprehensive as possible. However, it is in sections for your reading convenience. The reason for it being so long is to present as many facts and evidence as possible, yet the subject is so huge as to preclude all facts and evidence, namely, that the bible is very much in error, and that it is pro...
or, an Essay on the Folly of Not Drinking Enough Rum Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. - Ernest Hemingway Long after the 'Cold War' ended, relations between The United States and Fidel Castro's Cuba remained - to put it mildly - strained. Well into the 1990s, when people fled Cuba - usually by boat...
First let me say thanks to my volunteer editor KJ plotts for putting up with me...I know I can be a handful. :) This is a long story about some fairly dark subject matter so if that's not your thing I can completely understand that but you should think about another story then. Otherwise I hope you enjoy it and make sure to vote. &n...