USS Surefoot-A, Deck 3 Fore, Alpha Squad Quarters, Stardate 49702.79: "The time is 0600 Hours. The time is 0600 Hours. The time is 0600 Hours-" "Acknowledged," surrendered Zir Dassene, though that was her only concession to the arrival of the morning. She continued to lie there in the dark with the others in the room, refusing to get up, at least, not ju...
"Good, good. You're awake. The memory loss should be temporary." Assured an aurburn-haired beauty with vivid green eyes that stood over Dick's bedside. She wore a rather comical looking black beret made of slick vinyl; which seemed to match the black, studded dog-collar around her throat. As Dick came around, the throbbing of pulse-pounding drums and saxopho...
Introduction: It was not his fault that Mr and Mrs Stanley landed their firstborn with the handle 'Morton Henry'. 'Henry Morton' possibly seemed to them pretentious, suggestive that the famous explorer was an ancestor. On the other hand, they could not resist the allusion. They did not think ahead, to schooldays and the viciousness his fellows could have wr...
Chapter 1: I drummed my fingers on the table, staring at the pencil that was scratching away at the paper. The pencil was moving so fast that I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised if the sheet of binder paper burst into flames right before my eyes. Utterly bored out of my mind, I pressed the home button on my Samsung S6, staring at the clock. 7:28....
!HEALTH WARNING! This story is about a wife who cheats and is eventually reconciled with her husband. If that situation is liable to raise your ire and blood pressure to intolerable heights. DO NOT READ. * Chapter one. The bus was late. Why this morning? It usually turned up on time, however its running behind schedule this morning was to my benefit, as s...
"Sorry. Do you mind if I squeeze in here?" he asked. "Oh, no," she replied scooting over to make room. "I've never seen this many people at a Little League game before, have you?" "No. But this actually the first time I've watched one in years so I really don't have anything to compare it to," he told her. "Is your son playing?" she asked, sure he was old...
January 23, 2017 Author's Notes (Don't skip these, they are important, so don't blame the author if you don't like the story :->)): All characters are over eighteen, fictional and the product of this writer's imagination. Any similarities to real people, or other fictional characters is purely coincidence. I'm a huge fan of the Loving Wives genre -- i...
Happy holidays to all. This story is my seasonal gift to the many fans of S.T.A.L.K. and those of Clive & Nova in particular. It is the third in a series and continues the relationships and situations introduced in AGENT OF S.T.A.L.K. IN PRAGUE and AGENT OF S.T.A.L.K. IN LOS ANGELES. To fully appreciate the nuances of NEW ORLEANS readers may want to check ou...
This story has already been posted elsewhere with the pen-name texrep. Kezza67 and texrep are the pen-names I use for my stories. This is a story of fiction. Any resemblance to people alive or dead, or institutions are coincidental. Please be aware that the ending is somewhat poignant. Life isn't always fair and happy. * CHAPTER ONE How do we define life...
"Goodbye Justin, have fun with Grandma and Grandpa and behave for Daddy," Sarah Clemens said into the phone before hanging up. Copeland, her husband of seven years, and their three-year-old son Justin were away for a long weekend visiting his parents. Sarah was supposed to have gone too, but she had been away on business and a canceled flight home had upset...