CHRIS I suppose you can call this a prequel as well as a sequel to a middle part of my life and Tom's as related in the story of the Hitchhikers. Tom and I are lovers, male lovers and we make love to each other as only men can, so if this turns you off you might as well close the book now. I am now twenty four years of age, fair haired, blue eyed and stand...
Chapter 8 Tennessee In another few months, all hell would break loose in the Arkansas wildlife refuge I camped at overnight: the various hunting seasons would begin. Rabbits, squirrel, ducks, geese, deer, and even chipmunks beware! The hunters are coming! The hunters are coming! In absolute stillness, I stood with a small empty envelope in my hand, alon...
Notes from the author: Hi again everyone. To my own surprise, I managed to squeeze a little extra idea from my youthful memories for a story. It's a Lady and the Tramp type of romance with a glider championship in the background. Fair warning to all: this story has A LOT of background material... I hope it's not too much and that you will all still enjoy you...
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John helped Irillith up, and she nodded to him gratefully, wiping the back of her hand across her bloodied mouth and wincing with the pain from her broken nose. Rachel rushed over to her side too, and she brushed the Maliri girl's hair out of the way, so that she could help clean up the blood splattered all over her face. The brunette unclipped a medi-kit f...
The wind howled over the eaves of the rather run down looking homes that fronted the main avenue through Vilkbin. A cloaked shape walked the street, wrapping it tightly to their body against the wind and driving rain. Finally the figure turned into a lit doorway, its glass-enclosed lantern swinging wildly in the winds. A hand emerged from the cloak and bange...
"I'm sorry, Helen. The holiday season wasn't as good as we'd hoped. The economy is still in the dumps. Sales were down. We're going to have to let you go." She looked at Bill in shock. "Let me go? You mean fire me?" "Not fire you. Lay you off. It's not the same thing. We'll be happy to give you a good reference when you're looking for another job." "But w...
Author's Note: The author has asserted moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any of the characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead is wholly a matter of Nature imitating Art. There is not, and never was, a College of Correction and Redemptio...
"Triethylene X," the doctor began as she pointed to an image on the screen depicting a complex chemical structure, "is a neurotoxin that was developed by NATO and its allies several years ago to be used in war. It is an airborne toxin that causes severe neurological damage to all animal life. "Three months ago the chemical plant in Saudi Arabia that manufa...
Illustrations by Ivy. * * * 1. Brother and Sister "You sure you want to do this?" Jaclyn Becket looked at the folder on the kitchen table in front of her, then at the .38 Special revolver resting in her brother's belt holster. "Of course I'm sure," Dylan said. Noticing his sister's fearful stare, he closed his jacket to conceal his newly purchased we...