I stubbornly insist upon a garden walk, despite the weather. You being a diligent pet, stubbornly insist upon accompanying me. I walk through the gravel paths, hearing the wet crunching under my feet. You move next to me, eagerly holding the large parasol for the two of us as we walk. "Are you sufficiently bundled up, my pet? I do not wish to cut my sojourn...
The characters in this story are property of Marvel comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. This story is original and is in no way tied to any of the canons of the Marvel Universe (to save myself the grief of working with time lines). This story contains adult material of a sexual nature. If it is illegal for...
Introduction. It was commonly known as The Big Joke. The question of whether or not we were alone in the universe was answered with a resounding uh... kind of? Maybe? From a certain point of view? When humanity achieved contact with extra-terrestrial intelligence they found themselves talking to other humans on another Earth. At first it was thought that pe...
Part I: The Favor When a man comes home to his wife and a houseful of women, it's either really good or really bad, especially when the conversation stops as soon as the door opens. And most especially when the women looking at him have those expressions suggesting they know something he doesn't (and of course they do -- it's always that way). His wife step...
The silence seeped in slowly. It crawled inside, completely invading, until she was filled with it. A silence so complete that nothing, no one could get past. She never knew how it started or why. It just was. And in this silence, she saw. She saw the face of death, of terror. Images that seared themselves into her brain, images that screamed but were never...
Brian Yip was just enjoying his drive through the Nevada desert on his cross country trip. He had left his home town in the North-Eastern states and was going to work in Northern California for a computer firm. He had received an offer that he couldn't refuse from this high tech company. As long as he was willing to move there, they would set him up in an a...
Sometimes, when I let my guard down, it seems so very much like he would be the one that I would surely cry if I could. Fortunately, I do not often let my guard down, but on those rare occasions, I am grateful for the moments when my memory fades. Usually, I try to resist the nature of my physical form, but then the headache begins, and eventually I release...
This story involves characters introduced in my story "The Director's Kitten." Like that story, it contains elements that could place it in the Mind Control category. Cat Vincent sipped her wine. A few weeks ago she had been broke, and now she was dining at a Kirby and June's, all thanks to the intervention of a man she knew only as the Director. The coupl...
As she rolled her sheer black stocking up over her calf, smoothing them straight around mid-thigh, Cat thought about her upcoming date. Just because she was between men at the moment, she'd allowed her best friend to set her up on a blind date. What was she thinking? As she lifted her other leg and began rolling the stocking up, she looked at herself in her...
"Twenty below with the wind-chill," announced the weather reporter on the local PBS radio station. "A perfect day for a funeral in Chicago," Ed thought wryly, as he gazed from the darkness of the window in the second story brownstone. His cold blue eyes noting how the snow fell upon the dimly lit brick street, as the ancient barren Oaks stood watch. Compac...