This is Part Two of a four-part story. The drive sucked. It always sucked, but that late Friday afternoon and evening it was worse than usual. He made sure to grab a sandwich before he left the pub at about 4:00, so he wouldn't have to stop later, and he ate it during the mostly uninterrupted stretch of the 101 through San Luis Obispo and Santa Barbara Coun...
Tamsin estimated that it would take the best part of ten days to trek all the way back to Birmingham. With limited supplies and Volk's helicopter gunships scouring the blighted landscape for them, it wouldn't be an easy journey by any means. They travelled in two groups of four to help avoid detection, and carefully transcribed a duplicate of the priceless...
Fleur's breath trembled from the speeding thump of her heart. She spread her fingers on the door to Stephanie's room and - with wobbling knees - lowered her eye to the keyhole. The curtains were drawn and a dusty slice of afternoon sunlight illuminated the room. Fleur made out the bed, the dresser, the chaise. Oh... She bit her lip, stifling the urge to blu...
The Coalition fleet would have been an impressive sight even in pre-Thanatos times. But almost all the world's military might destroyed, having so many warships in one place was simply breathtaking. As the ageing Kamov helicopter carrying General Volk flew low over the choppy grey waters of the Firth of Forth, he couldn't help but be in awe of what they'd a...
I'm 6 years old. A mop of honey coloured Irish blond hair with freckles where the fairies have kissed me. Whorish creatures they may be, given the unlikely spots I've found freckles; cheeky at the very least. I am hiding in a tree house, high up in what I call a lonely tree. It's a type of pine with needled leaves that whine and sigh with each lost breath of...
Why do we think in absolutes so often, like good and bad, fire and water? Why, for instance, do we insist that there only should be men and women, and call that the natural order? Isn't that just a lack of imagination? Lucian sat on a bench in the shadow of a big tree with a crown of flaming leaves -- a sycamore, maybe? He loved the word, but he knew not...
Author's Notes: Once again, welcome back to my story, my faithful readers! Thanks for hanging with me, and especially to all of you who have taken the time to comment or send me feedback messages Like always, if you haven't read the previous chapters, you're going to get lost. I don't typically make much of an effort to explain references to earlier even...
Cayden rails against God, Caprice pleas for forgiveness, and Angie emerges I watched her as she ran out of the restaurant. I wanted to run after her. I wanted to catch her, stop her, I wanted to hold her, wrap her in my arms and never let her go. I wanted to smother her in kisses. I wanted...I needed to save...protect her! God, I wanted to tell her she didn...
As always: Thanks to rf-fast for the editing work. Your insights are what takes this story from mindless drivel to readable. Happy Reading! ***** Reputation: Reputation: an act or a series of acts that defines the perception of yourself in others. Now that is not Webster's definition but one of my own, as at the moment I do not have a dictionary in fr...
Abstract: Nadia, a Jamaican-Canadian attorney in Manhattan, is unsure of where things are going with her lover, Rad, an older British investment banker. Meanwhile, Nadia's secretary's nephew, Jared, has an internship assisting her in the office over the winter holidays. Author's Note: This story is inspired by Oggbashan's incredible body of work on Literoti...