I try to post a story every 4th, to honor those who've served. This one cuts a little closer to the bone than most. The usual shoutout to Rick at Bluedevil, who gives me good ideas and I hope you all enjoy - DT ***** WE'LL GO NO MORE A ROVING It was pitch-dark as a 160th Special Operations "Night Stalker" MH-53J Pave-Low ghosted in and fast-roped three s...
Author's Note: I just wanted to say that I read every comment, and they've been immensely flattering. Thank you for taking the time to write them and vote on my story. Criticism is always welcome! A lot of this is flying by the seat of my pants, so don't be afraid to make suggestions. In particular, there's a bit of analytical number crunching in this part...
A BRIEF CELEBRATION Dan Evans stood at the end of the conference table with pen in hand to sign the new contract extending DDE's North American Mailgirls partnership with Hiromoto Industries for another five years. A company photographer who'd been summoned to the room snapped pictures as Evans inked his signature onto the paperwork, then handed the pen to...
Chapter 29 She sat on her couch, looking leisurefully divine in a flowing sundress. The mid-afternoon light shone in through the window onto her legs, which she pulled up against herself to give Brad a place to nestle. She stroked her fingertips along the little space between his ears, enjoying the feel of his velvety fur. How could she have left me so eas...
Alex poured the pancake batter into the frying pan. He normally didn't go to too much trouble cooking breakfast, but today was a special occasion. He took a sip of his instant coffee as the pancake cooked in the pan. Then the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He got the feeling that the ghost was going to make an appearance again. It wasn't an actual...
Lorraine, Dr. Lawrence, and I were walking down the halls of the CDC hospital. CDC employees were moving in and out of patient rooms with armed guards stationed throughout the building. In every patient room was a hybrid, either lying in bed or staring out the window. They were all dressed in bleach-white clothes. They appeared well-fed and well taken care o...
Sorry this has taken so long to post. I took a couple weeks off from writing to enjoy my honeymoon and to adjust to married life. Since we'd already built our life together, it hasn't been a big adjustment. But it has affected the way we see each other, and i am proud of my queen. She is the inspiration for this story, and the feelings Jason has for his quee...
Chapter Two Margaret It was all such a wicked illusion, thought Margaret, as her breath started catching in her throat. Had anyone chanced to see her in her present condition, undoubtedly they would have branded her a whore. She was on her bed, nude, with her butt up in the air and her full udders hanging down like obscene pendulums of flesh. For that las...
"Are we there yet?" Buku was the only one that had revived from a sudden loss in power. The Maltese Cuckoo was supposed to maintain all functions against the dampening power of Pangaea's atmosphere. Evidently a certain alien Grey miscalculated somewhere. Having crossed time to the nearest point possible to locate the missing passengers of Flight 312. He mig...
The rising wail of the air raid siren permeated the air. Once again, the nightly storm of death and destruction was about to begin. The ethereal cry made her cringe inwardly, knowing that, come morning, some would not be awakening with the renewing light of the sun. That sound was a harbinger of death. An appropriate sound, seeming itself a dirge, both for...