Well, the observation began at the local shopping centre on a bright sunny day with a slight northerly wind which helped to keep the temperature up in the low 30's C. This sort of weather was just great for observations over short or long periods of time. The day started well, sitting outside with my friend, who due to a recent operation was seated in a wh...
Super late and super short update this time, and it will be my last one for a while. Not long after I submitted the last chapter I came down with some serious health problems; I'll be alright, but we're looking at a timescale of months before I'm better and the medication is making it hard to focus on writing. That said, it would have been a serious dick-m...
The world is a mad place, folks. Seriously. Sometimes I think it would be a good thing if the planet Earth were destroyed. Then I stop to think about what a colossal waste that would be. Because the world doesn't belong solely to the human race. There are countless animals and plants that thrive here too. Don't these life-forms have a right to live? I think...
''Cloe, im on the cargo zone, over'' Why are all the lights off? Victor was starting to get mad, his day was literally shit and does looks to go better when he read his mail at lunch time, his girlfriend ended the work before time on the colony, so they could get some free time after a while. He was working on the main ship out of the planet, one of the bigg...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Introduction: I was sitting at the Space Terminal in the Republics Capita. I was pondering on the circumstances that had brought me to this point as I thought about my first field assignment! Had my superiors lost their minds? Was I about to be suddenly recalled to my desk...
My name is Morgan Jones. I'm forty five years old, or at least I was, at the start of all this. Now, I'm not so sure anymore. I am not sure about a lot of things. Let's start from the beginning, if you please. I was born and raised in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. I lived there with my wife Jenny and our son Duane. At least, I did until the Nightmare began....
Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Four: As the Crow Flies The door that led to the cabins swung part way open, and I raised my knife with a curse. Dera was behind me, kneeling, and I had intended to tie her up and leave her there while I went looking for more assassins. But to my knowledge, the assassins were all behind the door that had just opened. I heard D...
Raia's world was one of abject suffering. The past several days had brought her to new levels of understanding concerning the meaning of the word; every manner in which she could have imagined herself being brutalized (along with a few she couldn't) had been made a harrowing reality in that short span of time. But she had managed to escape, and if she hadn't...
Dan took a quick look at the map he had printed from the computer, confirming the exact location of his next service call. After visualizing the route he was going to take, he started up his engine, making sure it started without hesitation, and then he pulled out onto Main Street. It wasn't a very far drive for him so hopefully the call wouldn't be...
short work in progress loosely modeled on personal loss I was painting when I received word, or more precisely cleaning up painting debris. Hands filled with paper towels and soiled brushes, I trudged to the door. I was annoyed at the persistent knocking, certain it was a salesperson or college student conducting a survey. I'm glad I'm not home to be both...