Blackness. That's all he could sense. He? Yes, he was a He. Who was he? Was he dead? He must be. No need for a name when you are dead. Heh. Sounds like something Freddie would say. Freddie. Wait, is that who I am? A flash of color and the face a man swam before him momentarily. That was Freddie, he wasn't Freddie. Who is he? Faintly a voice called to h...
Just a quick note to my readers. If you aren't familiar with the Sable color in dogs and wolves: Black-tipped hairs; the background color can be gold to yellow, silver, grey, or tan. The darkness of the coat depends on how much of each hair is black versus the lighter color. ------------------------------------------- Brett watched as the remainder of the...
In 1991, artist Brian Froud, illustrator of many books about faeries and designer of the movies Labyrinth and Dark Crystal, created over 50 drawings through which four authors sifted to find those that appealed to them, each one going away and writing, separately and without any more collaboration than a common understanding of ecological crisis, the book th...
[This story is a work of fiction. All similarities are coincidental. Anyone under 18, please do not read further. Otherwise, enjoy.] (C) Copyright 2008 M Saint * "Hurry, open the door!" Cried Gina. Her hands cupping herself as if it may help her to not gush urine all down her long legs. Gina stood at 6'1", her hair black, eyes brown. Thin, but a nice buil...
I'm sure that in the life of every private detective there comes a day when he is woken up by a pounding on his door. And that, after he foolishly opens the door without looking first, he gets his ass beaten up by three incredible women who were dressing in black vinyl, leather, studded belts, and high heels. Also of course, this theoretical private detectiv...
Our thanks go to the numerous people from all around the world who have attempted to assist the author in preparing this story for posting. However like most files on his hard drive, it has been much fiddled-with since it was first posted on-line. Some readers might find this one a little difficult to understand, but is that unusual for a Wanderer story?...
American physicist survives a nuclear meltdown to become NuME man, a Nuclear Muscled, Erection Man turned superhero. At first the United States wasn't willing to share his brilliance with any other country for fear that they'd kidnap him, torture him, drug him, steal his secrets, and tap into his knowledge, but for the betterment of the world, now they do....
二十 "Reactionary," a stentorian voice bellowed at me the minute I walked into my apartment, and I saw there was a pile of letters strewn about my kitchen table. The papers were yellowed with age. They were written in Chinese, in a smeared, dark red ink. I sat down, looked them over. Used translation software on my phone to scan, translate them. They wer...
Three weeks ago James Clark's city, Richmond, Virginia, was the site of a massive biological attack. James knew nothing of who did this whether it was an act of terrorism or a targeted attack from another country. In fact James didn't even know if any other parts of the country were hit, what he did know was everyone in the center of town were killed when th...
Scott Summers looked over the open window of the home that he once had shared with his wife, Jean. But his bed was warm now. Their marriage was long gone. It's kind of hard to carry on a relationship with someone who is dead. He loved her more than life. But with this most recent battle with the Phoenix force had left them all drained, especially him, after...