She stood on the deck, the cold mist blowing and hitting her, chilling her and wetting her to the core. She was soo cold, but she had to finish her watch. She was on destroyer in the north Atlantic. This was WWIII. She was fighting on the side of the Russian Federation. She did not know what became of her family, or her love, but felt they had perished in th...
My name is Harrison James Stone. I'm a young black man living in the state of Massachusetts. Let me tell you my statistics. I stand six feet two inches tall, lean and muscular. I have light brown skin and long black hair braided into neat cornrows. I stay clean-shaven, shaved for a small goatee. I weigh exactly one hundred and eighty pounds and I've always t...
2 Sheriffs see red head-lights burning bright ahead to stop Flight 52 (haiku) Flight-ladies served him absinthes, a 'London Times,' and gushing flirtation (haiku) Airport now a news battle-ground: Blue Boss Captains: "The plane just vanished," stuttered one, before turning away, causing a great clash of ornate metals (given out for things like this: hit...
"Mr. Corwin, what are you doing?" The teacher's sharp question broke through my oblivion. She wanted to know what I was doing. What was I doing? I looked down at the notepad in front of me only to find an extremely graphic, if somewhat crude, drawing staring back at me. I felt my face grow hot as I leaned over the desk in an effort to hide my work. "Bring it...
Vivian stared at the smorgasbord of data in the file folder on her monitor screen. "This is everything?" "Yeah," Garthex said. His image was grainy on the older monitor that Vivian had pulled from her closet to replace the one fried by the being that had called itself Colleen. "We've been rooting around for clues about the lore since the beta." Vivian pu...
The scream froze Jimmy's blood. Winnie was always so polite and quiet. He never imagined that she could scream so loudly. Or that she could scream for so long. Most importantly, he never imagined that she would find him hiding in her wardrobe. Not that he gave it that much thought. It was never a great plan to begin with. Just hide in her wardrobe and watch...
This is a repost of a 2008 story that has been re-edited. This is satire, please. Have fun. There is no actual sex in this story. Sorry. ***** My name is Bruno Randazzo. Most people consider me to be a nasty son of a bitch. I run my own construction business and last year did over a hundred million dollars. I am a great businessman and I am proud of it....
Major Barbara was dead before she hit the ground; the .50 caliber slug passing through her Kevlar helmet, helmet liner, skull and brain tissue as easily as a swallow's darting flight. First Lieutenant Zoe ducked behind the charred hulk of a Honda, hearing muffled sobs behind her as Kay Company sought cover in Las Cruces' ruins. 'Must be Tech Sergeant Nancy'...
"Captain's Personal Log, Stardate 35276.61, Captain Esek Hrelle, Commanding: the Surefoot is currently engaged in a maintenance and upgrade cycle of a series of automated subspace communications and surveillance buoys within our sector, an opportunity for our cadets to gain practical experience in an extravehicular environment, so we're getting them to suit...
PSI Plague - Training Pt 2 Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. ------------------ The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living or fictional is coincidental. ---------...