Bob Sharpe had stayed behind at Juniper base with a small army of techs and mechanics, and had brought along three truckloads of food and other supplies, along with two small tankers of fuel; one diesel and another of aircraft gas. One of the first things to be unloaded had been one of the smaller diesel generators liberated from one of the Chinese bases, a...
Wake on this day surprised, can hear the train. Train no come until after vittles, well does some come during vittles, always when engineer is urged to be faster. Would reckon Gus was asked to get to the last town on his line right quick, and then back. Push Dan off the bed afore he wake then we are both rushing to get in cloth. In my case I am getting in t...
"I married my husband for better or worse, but not for lunch!" That line got a laugh from the other women at our table, but it seemed to me that Jeanine Chesterfield (that's what her name tag read) wasn't really joking. She had been telling us about her husband David, who'd been laid off from his position as controller with a local Atlanta architectural fir...
Chapter 1 – The Surface The dream had always repeated itself with a surprising specificity. Nicole was at the bottom of a pool – the kind with those miniature tiles, mostly white with the occasional blue tile in the mix for the sake of contrast. She was never quite sitting on the bottom, just drifting, fluid like the water all around her, inches from the ti...
"That bitch wrote me up." I was sitting in the breakroom when Steve my coworker dropped down in front of me, exasperated. It wasn't like I didn't know the reason why as soon as I looked at his face. "Please, I'm on break." I didn't want to go there. "I was too minutes, fucking late and that little bitch wrote me the fuck up; she was waiting by the time clo...
Dear Reader, there is mention to true events near the beginning of this story. I only mention this to highlight the mood and feel of that time in Québec City. This was the era, exact date and city I had chosen for this story before doing a little research. I found it all too fitting, to add to the eerie setting that I wanted to convey. A Dhampir, also call...
Special Thanks to BlackRandi for organizing this event. I also appreciate her editing this story for me (which may cause her to NEVER organize another event ever again). While I have always been a legend in my own mind, I appreciate BlackRandi's efforts and invitation. While I have recycled a few characters in this tale, they are just stories and as always a...
Authors note: No pickaxe handles or guatamalen whorehouses in this one. Just some straight up consequences of life choices. The characters are based on actual people and pretty much all of the events have happened to people I know personally. I tried for a wife that wasn't hit by the martian slut ray but the story led me closer to the beam than I would have...
Warning: this story contains bdsm and is the strongest story out of the lot. If you want to skip till the eight then do so. I will revise the conclusion in its prologue. IF bdsm is your kind of niche then each POV of the captive warrior woman has different style of bdsm. ***** Prologue: Defeated and dragged out like an animal, Nagma left behind a trail o...
Norm The days that followed came and went in a blur of activity. Tilly's disappearance and my search for her had stalled our plans, but had not derailed them. This window of time was critical if we were to build a future on the farm. I spent half of that first day worrying over how best to approach Nock about managing our growing network. Something had put...