THE STORY SO FAR: Jessamy Beech, her daughter Phoebe, Ross, Merida and Hamnavoe have set sail from Orkney on their stolen trawler Kerrera II to investigate rumours of a Coalition holding facility at Fort George on Scotland's north east coast, hoping that it might give them some clue as to the whereabouts of Jessamy's younger daughter Ada. Meanwhile, Tamsi...
Chapter 50: The Weekend at the Spa Jenny had packed everything: one luggage case fitted into the trunk, but the other had to stay on the minuscule backseat of the Porsche. When I looked at it, she grinned. "You don't need a lot of clothes: t-shirts, Bermudas, a blazer, slacks, shirts, and a tie; that's enough. I need dresses, gowns, nightdresses short and l...
Chapter Five Awana had sent Druna to inform the head of her tribe of their imminent arrival. The squire had returned with good news: Simona and Artemisia were already in the village, and to honor the Amazons the chief had decided to organize a day of competitions and dances. The column was marching behind Rodrigo and Awana, with the soldiers at its sides....
The Story so far: Rescuing the miners in the sexium mines Hawk our hero is reunited with his friends Ronnie and the Professor who have fled from the Evil Toza. Finding Ronnie with Duke Moran he storms away jealous and in anger only to be met by the Professor who tells him that Toza and his chief scientist Chan Li intend to destroy all civilisation on Eart...
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This takes place after the events in "A Desperate Caress" and "Rolling Shadows of Night". (2008) After re-reading this, and after much rumination, I felt that I needed to re-edit this story. While I appreciated, and still very much appreciate, StogieMon's help in developing the story, I felt it had gotten too far away from what I initially in...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hi again, folks, Lady D here! This section took a lot longer to finish than I expected. Like all the other parts, I wrote it over a year ago in February. When I got around to it this January, I didn't like it, so I threw it in the swamp, and rewrote it. That version sucked less, but it still sucked, so I thre...
It happened over breakfast, in the Marcello household in Upper Elm. And it came from Johnny's sister. Without warning, in front of their Mom, as they ate their Corn Flakes, she said, "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" That's all. "The boys at school? Like Johnny?" And she let the question hang there. They were all at the table: their mother, Johnny's yo...
CHAPTER ONE The morning rush hour was past but still the traffic flowing from airport to town that Friday remained heavy. Not that our slow, stop-go-stop progress bothered me unduly since I was already late. However Paul Strafford, the corporation's Personnel Manager ("Vice-President for Human Resources" in new-speak) kept interrupting our conversation to c...
Your mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul. To PokingFun and Talenwolf for the editing help. Also, for all those who helped with the creative process of this story. My weary mind cannot put a name to you all. We share a darkness, a confusion with the injustic...
Sean sat in his office thinking about his life, as he waited for his brother, it had never been easy for him, his father died when he was ten, too young for him or his brother to take control as alpha, so for the next ten years his mother had let their cousin take over, the bastard took full advantage of that, Mark had nearly pounded their pack into the grou...