I wish I could think clearer than I do. I wish I could see things better than I do. Sometimes, when you can see everything, you miss the things that matter most. My job? Seeing. And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn't be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed into a small room, and make sure no...
Before reading this story it is important that you read 'Surviving in the Old West' parts 1 and 2 to fully understand the characters. For the more observant amongst you, you will notice a small name change between the stories. I always meant for the character to be called Clara a name more in keeping with the times in which the story is set. I have no idea h...
It was an odd thought for a girl who had traveled the universe, gone through space and time, but the engagement party of Clara's friend, clearing out the local pub and filling it with music and shouted conversation, was proving too lively for her. She thought to go outside to clear her head, but first she ducked into the bathroom. There was a grimy feel to...
"Don't make a move, don't make a sound. Not a sound." Mary froze, the cold steel of a knife pressing against her throat, as a woman behind her rummaged around. "All you've got is this one knapsack? Just this one?" the woman whispered, obviously angry. "Can't believe people these days. Can't believe it!" Mary heard the woman take off, the knife safely part...
A/N: Many thanks to Jayknie and NotSweetEnough for their edits! ***** Lucas was pacing back and forth in his apartment. He debated on running away. He would be an outcast, but at least he'd be alive. The challenge was going to be called any minute. He spent the week begging and pleading with people to back him, but could not find an eighth vote. Lucas wou...
The first time Clara had ever seen a bee-girl was when she spotted one flying over her peaceful village of Eythe. She fluttered through the sky, gazing down, her eyes meeting Clara's with the same curiosity that Clara had of this strange creature. The bee-girl hovered in the air for a moment, her golden hair waving in the breeze, her large striped abdomen bo...
"There are so many stars tonight" whispered Clara. I look over at her gazed face. Her cute little nose. Her pointed face. Her brownie brown hair laying away from her face as she lays on the blanket looking upward to heaven. Her light brown eyes the color of sunset. Her silk/satin shirt raised a little above her sexy flat stomach and showing her cute navel...
Clara sat in the gloom in the kitchen of her lake cabin. The sun had set without her. Soon no sunsets would have her adoring gaze. She was terminally ill. She had considered going home to Felicity but decided that it would be cruel to have her mother and sisters watch her die. She did not want them to suffer too. Her cancer had spread throughout her body....
Sighing contentedly, Clara murmured something and snuggled back into the source of heat behind her. Lazy hands were running up and down the front of her body, learning each hollow and secret she had. Soft kisses, licks, and nips explored the nape of her neck, shoulder, back. Drowsily Clara lifted her eyes, already swimming in desire. She was in a huge bed...
"TZZSSSSSHhhhhHhhtt-rotocol 9, initiating at 1500 hours. Subject C-V-19, batch 2." Sterile white light momentarily blinded Clara, making her blink beadily. She had been at the facility for almost 7 months now, long enough to have become familiar with its procedures from the other men, women, and even children kept trapped here. It was all so complicated, s...