Author's Note: this will be the first in a series of stories I'm aiming to be shorter than my usual offerings, focusing on smaller cast of characters in the Surefoot universe. So, you may not get as many words at a time, but I'm hoping to get them published more frequently. ***** Meeting Hall, Summer Palace, Cascaran Province, Planet Nekros: As she wat...
Government Outside of Omaha, Nebraska Too say I missed Nuphies, would be an understatement. I had been home once in the past year, and was bulging with a baby. This would be Ramah's second with Nuphies and I. It bothered me that I had to go home to give birth. I wish I could just have a doctor here. I had way too much to get done. I lay in bed in my Omaha...
"Stephen, you need to leave, you've been cast out," said Helene Jean, my mother and the Matriarch of my now former clan, the Roamers. I looked at my mother, and her eyes were as pitiless as the sun. I stood in my study, holding a copy of Wonders of the African World by Henry Louis Gates Jr. A big and tall, dark-skinned and bespectacled black man in his twent...
A/N: To all my readers, thank you. I hope you're all safe during this troubled time, and I hope you and yours remain safe and healthy. I apologize for the delay in uploading this chapter, but like most of you, the spread of the virus has impacted my personal and professional life, and that will always come first. Speaking of firsts, this chapter contains th...
Carrie Adriatico paced back and forth, looking over at the high, dew-drenched grass. It nearly reached up to the bottom of the freshly-painted Bed & Breakfast sign. "Ugh, where is he?!" she exclaimed, still pacing. "He couldn't make it last week...now, he's late..." The stunning - and meticulous - 38-year-old brunette retreated back inside, and her timing...
Disclaimer: All of the characters depicted in this story are fictional and over 18 years of age. *** The conflict within I sat in my recliner looking furtively at the laptop sitting on the tv cabinet. It was a recurrent habit. I held firm, not surrendering to my 'baser' self. And so continued the internal struggle I fought daily to not visit 'those' sites...
This story is the third in a series. The stories are told in sequence, so I think it is advisable to read my stories "Kelli" and "Kelli CH 02" before reading this story. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions...
This morning I drove three hours up Highway 101 to spend time with my lady friend Karen. We first met years ago on a train trip from San Francisco to Denver. Karen continued on to Chicago to visit her daughter. Upon arriving in Santa Clara, California I was met at the front door by her younger sister, Tessa. Tessa's face resembles Karen, but that's about th...
37. Justice Knowing that Rift 5 was that close to Earth, made Mark a bit nervous. Earth was his home and all that remained to defend the planet was the Earth Spaceport. Sure, it was a space-based version of an aircraft carrier, but it was simply a fighter base with pulse cannons, laser turrets and TRDs... it had no singularity drivers, which was the only w...
It was a typical homecoming. Crowds of families waiting for the returning troops. Wives, husbands and kids craning their necks in search of their loved ones as they climbed down off the buses. Despite the roped off lines, children sprinted across the open tarmac and flinging themselves into their father or mother's arms as duffels and backpacks were dropped....