The ocean glimmers in a myriad of soft reflective pastels as the tiny sounds it intimately holds are engulfed completely by the more robust waves reminding the shoreline that nothing is truly solid forever. The nautical conglomerate, so easily swayed by the pull of the moon and the warmth of prevailing winds, redefines itself, and all it's contents, with eve...
He puts his best jeans on tonight. His black boots are polished, laced up nice and tight. Frankie's hair is slicked like back in seventy-five; come on baby, let's drive... His fingers caress the cold curves and raise dusty stripes on the sleek black skin of his oldest friend. "Summertime baby, summertime... Let's get your top down." "You talking to me or...
In the hours, then days, after Diane Westhoven's attempted suicide, all of the characters in our little drama underwent profound changes as their role in her near demise became increasingly clear, indeed, became profoundly evident. No one, not even poor Angela White, escaped the bouts of self-examination, and self-recriminations, that followed. And no one co...
This is the fourth in the Gerry Pretty detective series. The story so far: Gerry Pretty, the working half of the now defunct Pretty Goode Detective Agency (Discretion guaranteed) is hired by Laura Lee Jones to find her missing husband, Andy. ( see 'Better off Dead') It was alleged that Andy owed several bookies a large amount of money and that one of them c...
While I was on patrol one day, I was trying to decide which particular violation level was going to be the best hunting for the speeders I loved to catch. Pulling over a 5-10 almost always meant standing there writing a ticket and getting passed by a 10-20 or even a reckless. You had to be patient and let some of the small ones go if you wanted the prize. T...
Prologue- seventeen weeks past Spending four hours getting an injured woman through tropical swamps is not an experience I would recommend for anyone. If not for the path cutting through the worst parts, keeping us elevated above the boggy depths with their slithering inhabitants, we'd have been insect food at best. All the same, we made it, even if my lef...
** Hello Guns and Dust fans! I am so glad to be back after my hiatus! Sorry for being a little late getting this out for you, but January was busier than I had expected. I hope you enjoy chapter eight and thank you for the kind comments I've received during my hiatus. Now back to Adina and Asher! ** Guns and Dust - chapter eight - Adina kicked hard...
On a dark, bitter, winter's night in Ankh-Morpork when Captain Angua had nothing particular to do, she and Sergeant Littlebottom strolled into Biers, the favorite bar of the Differently Alive (AKA the Undead). The place momentarily went quiet at the sight of Watch uniforms but as soon as the clientele saw (or smelled) who the visitors were, the low-level com...
Guys, I've really fucked up again. I've started another thing I can't fucking finish. I finished this a couple weeks ago but I can't write shit. Some more life changing stuff happened to me right after I finished part two so I didn't have the time nor the mood to get on the third part and now I'm in a funk. Anyway, I'm really sorry I can't seem to count past...
When I woke up the next afternoon, the first thing I noticed was the distinct smell of cooking meat. Immediately, I remembered the night before and realized we still had a werewolf in the house. I rolled out of bed and put on fresh pajama bottoms before walking down the hall. Angus and Elizabeth were in the kitchen cooking what seemed to be an enormous amou...