Merton sobbed. Great. Whacking. Heart sucking, lung destroying sobs. He curled inwards on himself, his arms wrapped around his shins. He sobbed - and then choked out a loud, blubbery: "What the absolute livery fuck?" The space surrounding the transparent cocoon of life sustaining dragon-shifted cells that sheathed his naked, goo-slick body was filled with...
"Holy shit," whispered Jean, disbelievingly. "Medical kit," Mike said, holding out his hand while he stared at the unconscious pilot. "You've already got one," Tammy said, pointing to the kit lying on the ground next to the survivor. "But she's not Human," Roy said. "Our kits are updated for me," Tammy explained. "So is the infirmary in Waimea." "Oh," s...
While Shinnosuke headed back from the airport, Ryuzo knocked on the door to Noboru's office. "[Donno], may I show you something?" "Certainly." Noboru leaned forward to get a better look at the tiny object he placed on his desk. When Ryuzo removed his hand, he saw a small silver object that looked like a miniature .50 caliber bullet but only a few millimeter...
Instead of meeting at the precinct, Taima and Pilar met Chief Jenkins at the funeral home and immediately, Pilar had her hands full of an apoplectic Myron, running around like a headless chicken, his be-ringed fingers clamped to the sides of his head as he wailed. “Pilar, thank God you’re here! They’re been here since six a.m. and they nearly ruined Mrs. Ma...
Millicent was a bit surprised when the cab came to a stop, not out on the main avenue, but back among the catacombs of alleyways that webbed the artsy fashion and museum districts. While she had not heard of this particular museum, she was familiar with a number of fellow designers who had contributed. After confirming, once again, with the cab driver that t...
It was a wretched existence to say the least of it. Always having the mistress demanding those awful things of you and berating you for your ineptness the whole time. Wixlig had often pondered how he would like to show the mistress just what he thought of her, but he knew better than to give her even the slightest excuse to punish him. He knew all too well w...
Why isn't it okay for me to say what I really think? I guess it's okay to mention it in passing as long as I give it neither inflection nor importance. I can make silly jokes, as long as they're immediately qualified by a statement of other, more important attributes. And why, when I live in a society that celebrates breasts, especially large ones, why can't...
The great walled port city of Sirtus sat on the edge of the Mycean Sea. A many thousand ships hove into its port each day, and a great deal as many departed in the same. No market square was empty, and few pockets hung limp in the trousers of their owners. Trade boomed, honor ruled, and hearts loved. But Paolo the merchant had, as of late, found himself dis...
The multi corporation, 'TGirl4Life' had combined cloned human DNA and Nano-technology in what they called an 'Androgenous hybrid,' to all intents and purposes a living, breathing human. This new person, however, was created from artificial bones and flesh and already the equivalent of a nineteen year old. Their factory was in a discrete area of an ordinary...
Author's note: The Carter brothers' legend continues. All names except the Carters and Philippe Trufont are my own creation to build the story around the legend. My description of the bar I named "Dominique's Dungeon" is an accurate description of a place in the French Quarter I've visited several times. Yes, you can see bikers dancing with cowgirls, Goths d...