Chapter 1 The planet Bacchus was apparently named after some ancient God of Harvest and Wine. This God was supposed to represent having a good time. As Bron shoved another corpse into the reclamation vat he considered the hellish reality behind the face of the 'party planet'. Bacchus was dedicated to the pleasures of the flesh. If it felt good, tasted good...
Kinetic Copyright 2006 hammingbyrd7 Chapter 1. Looking back, I think the first clue about my abilities occurred months before they started manifesting. It was in the first week of January in 2001. I was still sixteen at the time. It was the week my mom died. I've had classmates who've lost family members, through accidents and illnesses, so I've seen bot...
Mike's Navy: a novel in five parts Part 1: Night Train to Halifax Another Young Mike Claymore Novel#1 Copy write 2014 Welcome to the world of Michael Claymore. For those who are fans of Mike's from his mystery novels what we have here is a series about his life prior to the mystery series. We will discover what makes him tick, so to speak. I envisi...
The Invictus lifted off the landing pad on Sequathis' upper platform, retro-thrusters blazing bright orange amidst the blue glow from Brimor's sun. Alyssa banked the sleek battlecruiser around, departing on their initial approach vector, rather than just pointing the nose skyward and blasting them into orbit. The reason for her careful manoeuvre was not in d...
Okay, so it's been a long time since I've added to my story list. Call it the stress of my bitch-wife throwing me out of my house because she wants a divorce. Oh, well. That shit happens. This story is long. If you have read my other stuff, that's a given. No, I'm not going to split my shit into sixty-nine parts to keep your hands and socks busy. There's...
This is my entry for "On The Job" 2020. I decided to challenge myself after a conversation with an online acquaintance, and write a story completely devoid of the verb "to be" and any of its conjugates. As such, I only use this verb when characters speak or think, to keep dialect as accurate as possible. This is a very long story with a lot of character and...
A Somewhat Less Than Divine Comedy Driftwood: A Prelude to the Evening 'Let me to take you down -- 'Cause I'm going to strawberry fields' Lennon/McCartney Rogues Bay, Tortola, BVI Today There were a few low clouds scudding over the far horizon, yet all-in-all the day's weather was looking good -- better than good, really, especially for the time of...
DECLARATION: This story is an original literary work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. All scientists, Wizards, aliens, historians, and sluts in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or born in the future, is purely coincidental. I swear. WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violen...
Introduction This story got started when I lost this dumb Super Bowl bet to my friend, and occasional lover Murphy. So yippee, guess who got to be his sexual fantasy comes to life, for an entire weekend? Yeah, me Judi. And later, when I told another friend about a few of the more tasty parts of that sensational, practically unbelievable weekend, he suggeste...
Chapter 1 The long hard winter had taken its toll on the city and its inhabitants. The streets were a slushy, wet mess thanks to a sudden spike in the temperature. Rivulets of melted sludge from the snow piles heaped against the curbs dribbled into filth plugged storm drains. Eager for the reprieve from winter's icy siege, dwellers of the magnificent city a...