Chrystal Chalice -- What Price for Chrysalis -- Episode One A Short Story by Randy Gonzalez A mustang was symbolic for me. In college I had one and now another one. Nothing like good old American style muscle under your ass. Geezus, the power, the potential and the purr of expectation is intoxicating. Not to mention of course, those pulsating vibrations th...
My wife Mandy drove just over eight thousand miles a year, mostly on short business trips to visit clients. Our detached villa in Surrey was not too far from the infernal M25 motorway that casts its noose around London. It was a nice place to live, but even a short car journey can take a long time on the M25. Mandy's coping mechanism for dealing with traffi...
Part 5 The Conclusion Maggie Sparrow Thank you for taking the time to read about Emily's journey. I know parts of it turned some people off and though I regret that, I had to record the truth of what happened. Part 5, The Conclusion, is longer than the other parts, but I did that for you, my reader. I didn't want to be one of those writers dragging th...
Author's note: This is the fifth part of a six-chapter story. I recommend reading the previous instalments if you haven't done so yet. Please be aware that the story will be a bit less romantic in the remaining chapters. + As usual my thanks go to my editors, Stattion and Joffa. Everything that's right is their work. Everything that's wrong is my fault....
There was a special kind of humiliation that came from sitting at table six in penitentiary lot C of the Anchorage Transdimensional Prison Complex -- aka, the Thunderdome. People in Lot A were kept in a transdimensional bubble surrounded by the most advanced security locks that Project Aegis could devise, borrow, buy or steal from the multiverse. Only three...
As in my other stories, the action in this one doesn't start for a while. If you're in a hurry, you may want to look elsewhere. The snow began while I was foaming milk for my morning coffee. It fell from a windless sky and settled in perfect narrow ridges on the bare limbs of the trees outside my apartment. By the time I had showered and dressed for work, e...
Chapter 1 Dr. Schaller hobbled out of his laboratory, past the heavy metal door into the sunlit lobby of his facility. He leaned on a cane, while in his other hand he held a lukewarm cup of coffee. His white labcoat draped around his tired old form. "Ah, it's Friday." "Yes Dr. Schaller," Faith said. The receptionist looked up from her computer screen to s...
Dear Readers, Please be assured that I was not happy that it took me so long to finish this story, but a bad health condition kept me away from writing. I hope that I can continue writing for the foreseeable future. Thank you for your patience. This final chapter was edited by a good friend of mine. ***** Linda was devastated through her conversation wit...
A 'XXXecil for hire' story commission * A cackle erupted from the throat of a smoke-shrouded man as he waved his arms in fluid circuits above the dun-colored stone floor. His face was adorned with black eye-paint made from tar that had suffocated a virgin. His nose and lips were pierced with rings forged from molten metal harvested from the charred wreckag...
(Sunday, return flight) "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving in Columbus in about an hour." The captain continues his spiel as I look out the airplane window, continuing to reflect on the last weekend. I just wonder how I'm going to forget about everything that happened. I should explain. I'm getting married in six days, and meeting Marilyn and falli...