[During these few weeks I went on a long mental journey, I wanted to see what I still had to offer, as few birdies here were vocal enough in their endeavor to make me quit my passion. The early cry of help that I wrote in Ch11 was received with such positivity that it left me aghast while struggling to figure out if I had it in me to continue. Most people th...
Chapter I , Year 1, CARGO HAND There was a low hum, there always was. It was constant to the point that you simply stopped hearing it. What was slightly harder to ignore was the constant drips on ice cold water that fell every where. Third or fourth hand water that comes from the condensation of constantly re-breathed air. The walls were rusty with it...
I'm going to die out here. Lieutenant Claire Gaynor sat back in the dark cockpit of her lifeless, Jaguar-Class Interceptor, staring through her helmet's visor and a cracked canopy into the void of Proxima Centauri. The blackness of space sparked with the remnants of a massive battle, and shattered ships and debris caught light from the system's red dwarf st...
"Stephen, I came here to tell you that I want out of this relationship, you've always been a fool, and a dreamer, you'll never make it into the Space Program," Sally Jackson said haughtily to her boyfriend Stephen Keen, and with that, the tall, well-dressed, supremely attractive young African-American woman rose, grabbed her purse and walked away. Sitting...
Gimtesh Thresh, of the House Thresh and current captain of the unhappy needleship Banemaw, had been sweating bullets for the past twenty eight hours. And she normally didn't even bother with sweat glands to begin with. "Scrying report number three six two eight nine..." A bored sounding voice burred in the background – barely heard by Gimtesh. "No change."...
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter was so late. I'm a college student who can't fudge on his studies! This is big action packed chapter, and has a long satisfying sex scene with a flawless woman! Sorry it isn't too long. Its 5k words, and my imagination engine runs low after that, and I want to get this one to you as soon as possible because it takes 5-6 days...
I awoke with the memory of sweet scent and a chill wind against my bare chest. The rocky ground I had lain on was warm where my body had made contact. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I looked around the scorched surroundings, remembering how decimated this world was when we first arrived. I then realised that she was no longer with me. My eyes scanned the barr...
Annie managed to keep calm faced and quiet through a quarter of the meeting. She sat and listened as Dale laid out logistic and organizational missions to the living dead that sat around the table -- listening to them as they responded in turn. The people, the ghosts, the zombies, the revenants that Dale had brought to their headquarters in San Francisco, al...
"There are black zones of shadow close to our daily paths, and now and then some evil soul breaks a passage through. When this happens the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences." -HP Lovecraft, The Thing on the Doorstep (1937) USS Surefoot, Command Quarters, Stardate 51180.4: Hrelle sat quiet and alone in what humans would have cal...
Rumble rumble, rata-tat-tat. The sound of the drums carried along every deck, every corridor, into every berth and nook and cranny. The officers in their quarters to the twists in the lower holds heard it, and went to their assigned posts with a will. That sound was to be obeyed, drill or not, and there was a crackling rumor that moved cross the Hegemony at...