Chapter Fifty-Eight CERTIOK The city was in chaos. People ran to and froe, shouting and screaming. No longer did the wide boulevards of Alkandra feel like a beast utopia, but like the walls of a cage. Windows were frantically boarded, men and women sprinted toward the castle in various stages of undress, watchmen handed out spears and swords without a car...
Greetings, I wish everyone a scary Hallowe'en, All Saints' Day, El Día de los Muertos, All Hallows Eve, Dušičky, etc. Have you ever eaten in a restaurant and the food on the next table looked so good you wish you'd ordered that instead? That's how I feel when reading one of manyeyedhydra's vampire tales: man, I'd sure like to try some succubus-in-a-Euro-tr...
Paris Lelaire was doing what he always did in the morning after his breakfast of oatmeal and hardboiled eggs: shoveling horseshit. Big, steaming, fly-infested, green piles of horseshit. Even worse, this being the week of the Festival of Aurora, and his mother owning the only stable in the village, he had a lot more horseshit to shovel than usual. Lightwatch...
"Men surrender by lifting their hands, women surrender by lifting their knees." - Warlord Voodoo The Congo. A terrain of deep valleys covered in thickets, vines and jungle brush which services the meanderings of the indigenous wild life. Great forest trees and miles of jungle greenery are home to a myriad of wild life, some benign, some treacherous. On thi...
1 The night was beautiful. A combination of warm and cool. Many people were out on the street partying, living it up as if it was their last. One particular woman was walking the street with her hair as dark as the night flowing down her back. Her dark brown eyes were like the color of almonds. And her skin was nicely tanned with a tag of red blush on he...
Chapter 5 April came to, slowly. She didn't so much wake up and just become aware. First of the pain in her joints, symptomatic of either drugging or being stuck in the same position for too long, or possibly both. After opening her eyes and looking around, she decided both was probably more likely. She was tied to a steel chair, more ziplock's around her...
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...
Slowly, Inari's eyes pried themselves open, as consciousness returned to her mind. "Ugh...." the middle eastern woman ground out. Her vision cleared as she blinked. At first, Inari moved her head slowly, a massive headache pounding its way through her skull. Clutching her head, she leaned forward, groaning in pain. Pushing past her pain, Inari unbuckled hers...
JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...
The first thing Admiral Lynton did when John agreed to destroy the Kintark base was to supply him with the location of his target. As his exceptionally gifted Tactical Officer had already deduced, they were tasked with travelling to the Mar'Katrach Nebula to seek out and eliminate the hidden resupply station. John had bid Admiral Gabrielle Lynton farewell, a...