Chapter 27 -- Non-verbal communication disorder The semester was drawing to a close. No one was more aware of that than counselor Dr. Lynn Hartman, because she was bombarded with frantic calls from many of her clients, some of whom were going to fail classes, some of whom were worried about leaving the university for the summer, or for good, and some of who...
*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *Never judge a friend by what they give, but of how much of themselves they give* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and...
Why was everything slowly rocking? It wasn't doing anything good for her head and stomach. Her eyes were itchy. She thought to rub them. She couldn't. Something was blocking the movement. Her eyes opened. Wooden, creaking, a ceiling that felt rustic. There was an unfamiliar aroma in the air. Rellenora was reminded of a time when she had to go with her...
My name is David. I'm a young black man attending Harvard Medical School. I've also been blessed and cursed with the Gift of Telepathy. The ability to read people's minds. It's a power that has come in handy more times than I can count. I discovered it a long time ago, and I've always kept it to myself. When you're a telepath, you know many things about peop...
"So, how are you not going to be fucking that shotgun in five seconds?" If Tracy knew that I and Jules had fucked while I had been making my anti-telepath collar, she didn't show it. Instead, all of her attention was on me, my shotgun, and my soon to be coming hideous death. I imagined what it'd be like to have the barrel of the gun entering me...there...a...
Aaric walked down the corridor towards the Overseer's office. He managed to gain a few hours rest, but kept himself aware of his surroundings. His room was not much to look at; spartan and consisting of a bunk bed and study table. Showers in the academy were shared between both genders, so the female acolytes had to either live with having men leering at the...
2. In the middle of the woods a man stood with an axe preparing to cut enough firewood to protect him from the coming cold of winter. He was a tall man with long thick hair that had been slicked back, and he wore a heavy coat, long pants, and boots to match. Winter was definitely here and all the wildlife had moved to warmer climates or hibernated. With foo...
Day Five: I watched Emily from behind as we wandered the fields in the late afternoon. We'd left the woods behind us about five miles after we'd left the farm house and we were now walking along in open fields full of wheat that had never been harvested. It was pretty good cover from the road which was only about a hundred yards to our left. Emily wore a r...
Author's Notes: Sorry it has been so long. Thanks to a certain Anonymous for kicking my ass in the comments. You made me pick up the gauntlet. So, what happens next is partly your fault. Thanks to my lady love to convince me to forgo the easy way out in favor of the true cyberpunk spirit, and last but by no means least thanks go out to bikoukumori, for po...
Ana was a cold, hard bitch. With a scar that danced its way up from her pouty lips to her deep-set, azure eyes, she had long, ratty black hair, and genocide-thin curves. Yet despite her comely shortcomings—which Flower personally found rather attractive—the way she slaughtered was poetic. By Uzi, arrow, or a well-placed Herpes Cluster-Bomb, Ana never misse...