Warning: contains graphic violence. * Deep in the back of the alleyway I watched as the morbid flesh dangling procession slunk by, their steps taken with care as if walking on the last existing glass photos of their remaining loved ones. Cat-stepping dead, they were, and I could smell the stink of decay just as perfectly, as if I'd rooted in face-first to...
I don't know when I started writing. I was very young when I started stringing the stories in my head together, forming linear tales. I was perhaps just able to write a few basic words when I began feverishly scribbling on construction paper, on my father's steno pads, the words jumbling out of my brain, stories I knew, or just as often stories I didn't know...
"So the Great Man is dead," I said, looking into the flames of the log fire. Charles drew on his cigar and then blew out a stream of smoke. I was spending a few days with my friend and colleague Charles, and as we sat in his comfortable lounge outside the wind was whistling and howling round the house, somehow making it a time for raking up old memories....
Brightness. The light is blinding as i open my eyes. Am I awake? I don't think I left my curtains open when i went to bed. As my vision slowly comes back to be, I suddenly have my answer. This IS a dream. I find myself lying on the floor of what looks like a large hall, made entirely of what seems to be marble with beautiful inlays of gold and silver. Light...
Marcella Henry watches over a sentient computer at night. What she doesn't know is that the computer also watches her. This is a GEEK / NERD story. The beginning is very technical and is not at all sexy. The last portion gets sexy. Depending on how this is received, I will most likely be writing additional stories of PLATO, Helen, and others. They won't nee...
I apologize for taking so long with this. I'm just not as accomplished at writing as some on here, unfortunately. A huge shout out to my Editor, Mystique, for saving me from grammar and punctuation purgatory. Any errors are mine since I tinkered with it after editing. ***** Jessie had no idea who was behind her. She hoped upon hope that it was Rob. She t...
The small scout ship's landing gear slammed into the deckplating of the ISCS Venture, forcing Delphi's body against the tight restraints of her cockpit chair. With the Venture's landing guidance system dead, it had been up to her to guide her craft into the tiny port while travelling at several thousand kilometres per second, not an easy manoeuvre at all. Bu...
Mixed unions, diverse relationships, the union of opposites, a lot of people have a problem with such things. My name is Alexander Valcourt, and in mortal life, I was a police officer in the City of Montreal, province of Quebec. My parents, Etienne and Jeannette Valcourt are immigrants from the island of Haiti and they instilled in me the values of hard work...
"Where am I?" Nik slurred out, dazed and confused. The back of his skull throbbed in pain, a result of the blow that struck him without warning. The room looked vacant of people. Water dripped from a leaky pipe. Tied to a chair, Nik couldn't move. Any attempt unbalanced the chair, almost causing him to fall over. "Anri? Are you here?" he called out. "If yo...
This story is an entire fantasy. Please enjoy. (:-o) A special thanks to UltimateHomeBody who requested a continuation. ---------- INTRODUCTION: from chapter 1. ---------- Dwayne Richards was of average build with pleasant features and mousy hair. He was athletic, but did not participate in any sport; he was a loner; an introvert; a science nerd; but ev...