There was nowhere in the whole cluster quite like The Redhorn Saloon in the port of Cortez, that rocky industrial outpost that clung to the outer borders of Commonwealth space. The booze flowed freely, the old gamblers who propped up the card tables were easy enough to part from their cash, and the girls there were talked about on every ship in the sky. Th...
Authors note: I have used some military terminology and jargon in this chapter which you may not be accustomed to. As an aid I've included definitions or explanations in brackets following the term. It breaks the flow a little but I thought it preferable to an appendix or footnotes and I wanted to include the military terms in order to add realism to the sto...
Prelude Anna Nicole Smith walked through the doors into the concert hall. The marquee above read “Megadeth-Live Tonight Only”. Anna wore a pair of form-fitting black leather pants and a Metallica T-shirt that was several sizes too small and clung like shrink wrap to her massive breasts. Beneath the shirt she wore no bra and her nipples clearly poked against...
Author's notes: * * * * * * * * * * TL;DR A little bit of rambling from my side. Scroll down a page or two for the story continuation. I tend to be a bit long-winded in my rambling, in case you hadn't noticed yet. * * * * * * * * * * If you've read the previous chapter, you might have wondered how the hell I managed to write a ghost into the story. Hon...
Ron wiped the blood out of his goggles. It had been tougher than he'd thought to get to the front gate. He'd seen this place in a picture at Ellen's mother's. When he saw it from the adjacent hill, he knew this was the place. He hoisted the backpack full of ammunition higher onto his back and adjusted the X of bigger rounds across his chest. It would need to...
**Writing Science Fiction was my first love at the age of 9. If it's you're cup of tea, please read; if it's something you kind of enjoy, read on. If you hate it, let me know. Either way, don't forget to vote, and if you have time, leave a comment, I actually really do read them!** The soft pulsating red glow of the low fuel light had passed from almost ple...
Part V Dance On A Volcano Alan Burnett walked out of the Assistant Chief's office and headed down the dingy hallway towards the Patrol Division briefing room. He stopped at the worn out old water fountain recessed in the hallway and pushed the little round button on top - it's chrome had worn away ages ago and was now just a shiny brass knob that seemed li...
Suddenly all the lights went out in the house and the girls broke out in fits of fake screams and laughter. I didn't join in for either. Instead, I decided to sneak out for a quick cig, hoping to skip a round of the silly game we were playing. Okay, the whole sexy-scary Halloween truth or dare was originally my idea, but I wasn't planning on playing it wit...
From the Notebook of Ulyssa Kincaid Who would have thought that one of life's little ironic pleasures would hinge on a memorably ugly bowling bag? It happened on my last birthday, I'd just turned forty-one. My family had made a big deal about my fortieth birthday the prior year. I'd been surprised at the house Jeremy built with a huge party, gag gifts, male...
~7~ The Keneenean princess made her way to the Temple of Ishka early the next morning, just as the horizons were beginning to fade from night to pastel pinks, yellows, and oranges. Her heart was thrumming as she recalled yesterday's impulsive wanton events, her skin grew warm even though the early air was yet cool. Ceshca knew that she had been reckless and...