NOTE: is you just wanna get to the nasty stuff, you can skip the marked-off section that deals with the background and set-up... * * * * * The Premise: XXX-Women After founding the original X-Men, Professor X was often found to be missing or believed to be dead or off on some secret mission he told no-one about. In truth, Professor X was training an enti...
"Where is Ryan?" asked Caleb, knowing the answer was going to be bad. The fact that he wasn't here already was proof enough that something had gone wrong. He growled when Abe didn't answer him but instead looked at the ground nervously shifting from one side to another. Ryan had been off of the pride lands, despite the fact that it meant it was out of their...
In the darkness and dense nothing, Lynn put her hand to her face but she could not even see her palm. "Not again!" She felt her body and became instantly aware of her nakedness. "Why does that keep happening?" Her feet were bare as she shuffled a foot over the ground slowly. It seemed to be sand, dirt and gravel mixed. A dry sandy crust surface broke when...
It was six fifty six in the morning. A massive dark walnut conference table with supple chocolate leather seats on either side were the only furnishings in the room. Floor to ceiling windows provided an immense amount of shrouded tangerine light allowing us to watch the sun rise over the city right before our eyes. I sat across from Wilhem Cobbel. Wilhem was...
Note: Originally written in 2001. *** A Jinn-class Destroyer is captured by the crew of a Kriegsmarine transport. Aiden Hunt and Knight Squadron go on a mission using the captured Destroyer to infiltrate and eliminate an Jaheem compound of almost unparalleled importance. *** The Kriegsmarine transport drifted in space, devoid of power. The Destroyer Inti...
Dax looked down at the woman. The stress of being dismantled into tiny particles and then put back together again had been too much for her body and she had fainted. When they had rematerialized on the Starship he had placed her in a private room laid out in one of the pull down beds. He tried to make her as comfortable as possible. Now that he could get a c...
“Okay, Ozzy... so why were you trying to shoot me?” Kitty asked later, when we sitting close to her fire, after she had explained we were in her cave, where she had lived her entire life. Kitty pointed to the rifle and my bag that she obviously brought along with me her home. I was afraid of that question, and I thought about telling her a lie, that I was j...
Professor Blurpstein walked center stage of the University Auditorium. Shuffling through his notes attached to a clipboard, as he approached the podium. He waved his hand and a crew of stagehands rolled a large veiled object on to the stage. Dr. Amber, Professor Blurpstein's assistant was right behind him. Her bubbly smile, short smock and skirt was drawing...
Welcome, gentle readers, to a special Earth Day episode of LST3K! Today we have a tale dredged off a 3.5 floppy found buried in the bottom of a box, in a garage. I applaud my reader who had the tenacity to hunt this up, and the balls to show it to another living being. Although, I'm still twitching a bit from the first time I read it. I'm pretty sure I'm g...
First off, and most importantly, I don't want the title of this to offend people. Specifically I don't want the term "closeted" to offend those out there who have struggled or are struggling to come to grips with who they are at a pure, base level and have had to deal with the slings, arrows, hardships and violence that entails with that journey. I do not wi...