JULY 15, 89: What a fine and glorious day! A slight breeze carries a comfortable temperature all through the city. The sun is bright and chipper, but there's more to my happiness than weather! In addition to our blessed nature, I continue receiving amicable visitors. I don't have a moment's peace for people keep stopping by, saying hi, congratulations, so o...
Notes from the author: Hi again everyone. Here's something different, as a nostalgic ode to my youth playing Dungeons & Dragons, Pendragon and other pen-and-paper role-playing games. I know I am no bard but I tried my hand at an Arthurian idyll. I hope you enjoy it. 1. The errant and the prisoner "Great God! Cadfael, should I die today I would do so knowin...
Chancellor Inga Braun was at the Berlin Tegel Airport to greet Gwen and Steve upon their arrival, and did so with great warmth. The two women hugged and were soon chatting like old friends. Gwen invited Chancellor Braun to ride in the motorcade with her to the American embassy, which would allow them more time to discuss issues of mutual concern. For her par...
The unremitting darkness stares back at me as I look out into the oppressive black sky. I can feel another tear run along the well worn tracks in the grime on my face as I remember gliding on the winds in the bright sunshine before my imprisonment. I gaze upon the utter blackness, without moon or stars, and wish for even a single point of light. When I was i...
©2011 Drake Collins All Rights Reserved. CHAPTER ONE Cam Zyzerbachus, born 23 years ago on a planet called Arceus Echelon, had a fairly ordinary childhood. His parents opted for a natural, non-engineered birth. Most people in his parents' financial bracket could afford to genetically manufacture their kids, from their future height and hair color to artist...
A small preface to the story at hand. Nicolas, the demon within this story, is not a demon born and raised in hell. Instead, his parents came to the surface of earth to raise him among mortals in the modern age, and as such he is not an uncaring beast of primeval nightmare. He looks very much like a human, albeit with bright blue hair, golden-orange eyes, tw...
YAVARA Torturing Leveria wasn't pleasing to me; it wasn't even satisfying. When her shrieks of agony split the air, and she writhed in the perdition of her flesh, there was no joy in me; there wasn't even a fury like there'd been when I did my work on Adarian. There was only anguish now, and the more Leveria suffered, the more I did as well, but within the...
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...
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...
All That Glitters -- Ch 18 Reconstruction, dealings with aliens. The king's men try to put it all back together again, while The Wanderer deals with aliens. Because of the amount of abbreviations in this story, I include a glossary. By popular request, this has been moved to the end of the chapter. There is little attempt to explain the back story, so it...