Mathew woke up in the dark. At first, he panicked, as he tried rolling to the right to get up. He hit a wall. "OUCH! What the?" Laying there holding his head where it contacted the wall he finally remembered switching rooms yesterday. "Grrrrr," He carefully rolled to the left and swung his legs off his bed. The sun had not even started to brighten the easter...
The clangor of battle softened from an unearthly din to a subdued rumbling mutter across the bloody snowfield. Torn standards whipped wildly in the wind, frosty blue lions clutched to lifeless breasts. The corpses of the armored dead were strewn in heaps of iron and flesh. Bannerless men in fur and leather lay slain as well, though they numbered far fewer. S...
There is a sex scene that I hope will not disappoint. But this chapter is more focused moving the story forward than on eroticism. This is the twelfth chapter in the series. Please see my profile for the proper reading sequence. ***** I puzzled over Mike's request to the point I had trouble sleeping and to distraction during the day. I had few responsibi...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... Please refer to my profile for more on my personal policy regarding comments, feedback, follows,...
I stepped into the satrap's palace of the city of Ari-La-Lasha and stretched my arms behind my back. The palace itself was one gigantic edifice of ludicrous imperial expense, and it actually made me feel just a little bit uncertain about how stupendously fancy the Starshrike was. But the Starshrike had been hand-crafted by the Third Unconquered, and not buil...
With nothing better to do than watch it rain here in Ann Arbor, I thought I'd kill some time by putting up a tale I posted a while back on another site. Two thousand years ago Quintiles Varus lost three Legions and an uncountable treasure in the forests of Germany. Now, some of that gold has begun to turn up in Paris and the "Organization" is getting paid...
Thanks for reading my little story. I love comments, questions, and thoughts about how I can improve. Compliments are good, constructive criticism is better. Love it or hate it, I beg you tell me why. WORD COUNT: 10,150 * Ben walked into the lunch room. Microwaves hummed and dinged. The mixed-media aroma of last night's leftovers filled the room and a doz...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Many thanks to those who offered comments and constructive criticism on my previous stories. For those who want to say this or that would never happen, remember, this is fiction, which means it's not real. Also keep in mind this is my universe, a place where nearly anything can, and often does, happen. At least on paper... To understand the full context of...
There are two ways to conquer a large powerful enemy. One is from without, using overwhelming warriors and weapons. The other is from within, by creating division through temptation, seduction, and corruption; exploiting their basest desires. That is the mission of a lone alien invader, and this is where it begins. The strange rock moved across the cold, em...