"Erica, are you alright?" I asked. "I hope that was the money shot," she mumbled. She groaned and smiled up at me. I laughed and hugged her, but she stayed on the ground. "Can you move? Does it hurt?" I asked. "I'm fine, really, but I don't feel like moving," she replied, still smiling. "Can't I just lay here a while?" I looked at her, and glanced aroun...
Author's Notes: Here is my contribution to the whole 2012, end of the world thing. I hope you enjoy this copywrited piece of fiction. If there is enough interest, I might continue this story line. I wrote it in the style of the old time movie shorts like Buck Rodgers, Superman, and such other Saturday Matinee fodder. With luck, this will be posted on either...
Ajax and the pit of doom Ajax stood over a mountain of dead bodies, victorious. The seer had been true to his word. He had seen the visions and he had spurred Ajax onwards to attack the little village of Tartarus on the shores of the Blue Sea of Panthea. The seer had also told him very specifically to spare the fairest maiden in the village for she was t...
This is my first story about Alison. If readers like it, I may write more. Please let me know! Thanks, JB **************** It had been a bad month. First, I caught my partner cheating on me, and I kicked him out. Boy, was I glad we had never married. He had simply moved in with me, so one day I had the locks changed, and put his things on the sidewalk. You...
Author's note: Sean and Sheila finally made it to their island paradise. No one told them to expect perfection, so they were not disappointed. Chicken salad, at $1000 a day, is only part of it. Chapter 5 0400 Rise and dress 0430 Microwave oatmeal, no egg. 0455 Kiss sleeping wife 0500 Meet Don at boat dock 0500-0930 Fish while Don makes morning rounds 0930...
Max was handcuffed, loaded on a speedboat and whisked away from the island. He huddled into the bottom of the boat and slept. He was uncomfortable but too tired to stay awake. He stirred at the all too familiar sound of the helicopter drawing near. A bright light illuminated the boat as it came to rest in the water. Max looked up to see nothing but the blind...
What the hell was I doing here? I had asked myself the same question over and over, on the long drive into the city. As I tried to find a park for my Suburban, I couldn’t help but notice the youth and vitality on the faces of the hundreds of students all milling around aimlessly. Christ, here I was at 38 joining the student body of a small but well respected...
Part 1: Roger Ask any historian of British naval history about the late Rear Admiral Sir John Ambrose 'Bull' Bullamore, DSC, and they will tell you he is a legend: a ruddy-faced, pugnacious, larger-than-life character, the son of a humble provincial tailor who rose through the ranks due to a combination of superb tactical awareness, daring and courage in co...
December 1916 The Real Thing It was bitterly cold. Condensation droplets flew from the fuselage of the Avro 504 like icy needles, striking Phillip in the face, so he pulled his scarf a little higher. He opened the throttle and the plane began to rumble forward over the wet grass. The instructor’s voice sounded faint and tinny through the ‘Gosport tube’, a r...
I Payal felt that her world had ended now that Shahnawaz no longer was around to support and love her. Rather than things improving, given that he had been very successful in his business ventures and Payal had gained a name in journalism, everything had collapsed around her instead. Within hours of his demise, scores of people had descended to express th...