For the gang I worked with in the summer of '92. Thanks for getting my head on straight! Aunt Arlene would have been proud of Dan, he was sure of that somehow, as he realized he'd arrived just in time for the last dance of the evening. Heavenly shades of night were long since fallen as the opening strains of "Goodnight My Love" flooded the speakers. Dan w...
Artificial Sentient Terraforming Robotic Automaton (ASTRA) Synopsis: With the fall of humanity the fate of its survival and resurrection resides in the hands of a very attractive female Android and the man chosen to be that champion; Jack Travus. Inspired by so many things but not endorsed by any of them. © EmotionalStorm January 2020. This story cannot be...
Robert Jabez put his computer on the empty seat next to him and stepped into the aisle of the tour bus carrying him and his fellow musicians north toward Buffalo and the Canadian border. He glanced at the bus they were trailing and started back for the rest room, ignoring the whist game going on across the way between the director of music, Dr. Paul Sella, a...
On the RAW 15th anniversary show Trish Stratus and Lita became friends again. No reason for this was given on WWE TV. Here is a version of the events leading up to their reuniting which is untrue and did not take place, unfortunately. *** Trish's POV It feels weird coming back, even if it's only for one night. When I retired I imagined myself never comin...
Author's Note: Thanks very much to Krissta and NaokoSmith for their tremendous help in editing this story for me. * * * * * "Oh fuck yes! You sexy slut! Take it! Take it right to the balls!" said Santa. The jolly old elf was stood in his bedroom merrily pounding into an elven assistant. She was bent over the desk in front of him, propping herself up on he...
CHAPTER 1 - IMPENDING DOOM Dominik Halcyon snapped out of the meditation with a gasp. Sweat dripped off her forehead and she was breathing heavily. Her legs felt stiff as she stumbled out of the recliner and rushed for a phone. Her fingers shook as she dialed her friend over at the Seattle Police Department. "Hail." She said in her strong baritone voice....
Edited by Penn Lady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. Authors note, This is the complete story. I'm sorry for the wait, and hope it was worth it. I know it's strange reading about Christmas in the summer, but think of it as Christmas in July. Also, there is added material to the first two parts that were posted, so I'm posting...
There's one tradition at the Super Bowl, besides games that don't match the hype, that always holds true. That's the really dumb, overblown halftime show. So instead of watching P Diddy, Kid Rock and Nelly lose whatever credibility they have left, gawking at Janet Jackson lip synching badly and wondering whether a certain child molesting freak is gonna show...
You've heard the expression, "Everything but the kitchen sink?" That's in these next few chapters as well. Enjoy! ** Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire, I lead the way to the funeral pyre. And without a thought of the consequence, I gave in to my decadence. One slip, and down the hole we fall... —One Slip from Pink Floyd, A Momentary Lapse of Reason...
Erin Kemp worked for me. Quite a few years back, when I was in my 20s, I somehow ended up managing Hector's, this college bar in the small, Midwestern city where I had been going to school, and Erin was the first employee that I hired to work in the place. If you had ever seen her, you would have understood why I picked her before anyone else, though, truth...