Derek was glad that he'd thought of this apartment remodel. It was a project he and his son Luke could work on together. He hoped that it would get Luke to come out of his shell. Ever since his mother passed away a few years ago he'd been closed off and anti-social. Luke gets his handiness from his dad. He loved to work with his hands, and it was not boastin...
I remember as a child how war was presented to me. Like most children my first experience of war was through film. Those scripted pieces of supposed art that were as naïve as I was. Where the hero vanquished scores of enemies without so much as a scratch before setting off into the sunset. Oh how I admired those heroes when I was young and ignorant to the re...
Copyright PennameWombat January 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual...
Day Seventeen ADRIANNA I immediately locked down my thoughts, shutting Yavara out from even the most banal of my musings. She pouted her lips. "I was only trying to see what you were dreaming about." Though I was groggy with alcohol, I could smell the wine fresh on her breath. She'd already been drinking, and it wasn't even eight in the morning. "How di...
This challenge was to write about women and power. IMHO there's no better place to set such a tale than Sodom and Gomorrah on the Potomac. Only the names have been changed here, to protect the (as yet) unindicted. Thanks to my buddy RichardGerald for the legal advice and my good friends at Split-Infinitives for the opportunity - particularly the amazing Mr....
She was a pharmaceutical blonde, of that I was almost certain, she was young, probably no more than 19 or 20, from what I could see as the wind fashioned her sun dress against her curves, she was stacked, physically at least, and she gave the impression that her contribution to an intelligent conversation would be, "Do you want fries with that?" I threw her...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
In Memory of Moisie Date: Three Standard Months After the Destruction of Death Star I Like scarlet specters guarding the maw of the dimensional hells, the quartet of the Emperor's Royal Guard stood noiseless and inert on either side of the massive five-meter tall obsidian door. Planted several meters before them, the squad of eight Imperial Black Hole stor...
Dr. Sybil Tobita head of neurology studies San Francisco Research Foundation. Present day. Dr. Sybil Tobita, Forty two years old from a staunch conservative Japanese family from out east, lay on a sofa at the five star Braddock Hotel in San Francisco staring at the ceiling. All she had on were panties as young Norma (also down to panties by the way) kis...
Harriet Kono wrote notes in her I-pad journal under the file heading 1:23. *Donny Steven's recent vocalizations, Elsa, awesome, clowns. *Test subject Kent Orlando, under for three hours two minutes. *Test subject Donny Stevens under for fifty four minutes. Harriet checked her laptop to see if her messenger avatar had made contact with the test subjec...