Jacksonville, Florida. October, 2019. "Aiden? You ready to go?" "Hold on, Mom! I just gotta grab my glove." "We're going to the base hospital, honey, not a ball field." She knew there was no reason to say that. Her eight-year old son never went anywhere without his baseball glove, so it didn't really matter where they were going. The glove was coming alo...
Chapter 18 -- Promises I burst into the office on Monday morning with new life. I was very early and no one was there, but I immediately got to work. I went over in my mind how to deliver our proposal to the Deville sisters. This was going to be nerve-racking, complicated and, I felt honestly, somewhat fun. I sat at my desk and drew up several ways to go ab...
The phone rang sharply beside the sleeping head of Terry Gilson. He snapped awake. "What the fuck?" he growled. It rang again. He picked up the receiver. "Hullo," he managed in a gravely, low cough. "Mr. Gilson?" "Yeah." "This is Sergeant Preston of the Yukon County Police Department. May I speak to Mrs. Turvey please?" barked the authoritative voice...
2003: Tears ran unaware and unchecked down L. D. Jansen’s face as she watched from her shadowy alcove as the stranger first embraced and then kissed the lips of the woman she had hoped to make her own. The tears were accompanied by a persistent ache in her abdomen, as if she’d been punched, but she could not turn away. Anger rose, but died just as quickly. W...
Again, thanks to SoCalCynic who kindly edited this story as well as the previous. ********** Erica Fitzgerald awoke with a start. The high pitched ring of her mobile could have brought a bear out of hibernation. 'Fuck's sake...' she sighed in exhaustion, although she didn't usually encourage swearing. It had been weeks since she'd slept properly; ther...
Fitting In (Friday Night, Continued) It was exhilarating to slink around the crowded room stark naked - to feel the brush of every breath of air, to thrill to every touch. The new Lori was on display - all of me. Yet none of these mere mortals seemed to notice my transformed body. How could they? Latex-skinned goddesses don't exist. To be sure, there were...
Muriel had several red and swollen marks, and she was very sore, but otherwise she was physically fine. Mentally, she had wounded herself. The moment Doctor Bergson declared that she was fine, Muriel hopped up and said she was going to return to Vidar. "Well, you could do that," the doctor said with raised eyebrows, "but he's likely in his bedchamber n...
The muscle car jammed to a stop, pavement ripping into tires, making a shriek only slightly louder than, say, a 13-inch masonry blade tearing through highway concrete. Choking slightly as acrid smoke of burning rubber washed over me, I ran to the driver's window and quickly negotiated a ride. Even behind his opaque sunglasses, I could feel on my exposed ski...
Pollen Lady Kumi was weak, couldn't leave her bed for very long, and she had a sickening yellow tint in her complexion. Wen visited her often, sitting by her bed and personally feeding her medicinal soups and teas. Sometimes, Kumi had to vomit. Sometimes, she had extremely horrible cramps in her lower belly, as if severe menstrual problems were paying her a...
Thomas Fox, a young man of twenty, stirs at his alarm. It is a few seconds past 7:30 in the morning on a warm July day in the northern United States, and as he silences the trill, Thomas hears the sound of birdsong from his open window. Unhurried, Thomas stretches - sensation focuses around his knees and back at first, a few minor muscle shifts move the ten...