Chapter 11: Humping Hera The next ten days were sheer hard work. The boys were flat out collecting and cataloguing the images. Now that the technical problems had been solved Darrin's job had become just hard slog. He didn't seem to mind. He was happy supervising his crews and making sure production targets were met. Algenon had made a major discovery....
"That's it over there. The white one with the blue roof." I was driving down a dirt road in a trailer park and pulled in to the side of what looked like some sort of driveway. I got out and walked around to help Kim out of the truck, when the front door to the trailer opened. "Hello?" Came the voice of the woman walking toward the truck. "I've got a deliv...
Kurt, the office manager, had gathered all the office drones into one of the conference rooms at nine in the morning. This was surprising since the annual Christmas gift exchange was planned for two pm, which would most likely be held in the same conference room. Brad ushered people in and directed a couple of the warehouse workers towards the tree. They pro...
In the darkness of early morn, Peter lay awake, thinking of the day ahead. Yes, his sisters had told him they had arranged helicopter transport to take them up country. Yes, he was prepared and yes, he was with his wife. Looking at the clock he realized it was almost time to leave. He nudged Jennifer until she groaned, "Let me sleep, I'm so tired, just let...
Picture this, if you will. A six-foot-one, lean and athletic ( but curvy where it counts) Arab woman with long Black hair, piercing dark brown eyes and dark bronze skin striding through a crowded mall in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. And she's looking amazing in a White T-shirt and blue jeans that display an ass that Serena Williams herself would envy. Now, u...
Beca had no idea why she was showering in a boys' high school locker room. Well, she knew that the Nationals were being held in Otisburg, where the Annual Clothesline Traditionalist Convention had booked all the hotels solid, so the Elders of A Capella had put them up with sleeping bags in the gymnasium of the local high school. Of course, no one had wanted...
Author's note: If you are looking for a stroke story, this is not your story, sorry. Thanks to all my reviewers, thanks for the encouragement, and yes the story is in the right category...just have a little patience. Enjoy MrLobo Even in the darkness of the room her golden hair sparkled from the soft glow of console on the IV drip and EKG. She tried to...
The thing about insomnia is, your time isn't even time anymore. Even though you get the same ration of hours, or even a couple extra, they're an inflated foreign currency: you can't buy nothing worth shit with them. I always drift into it, in cycles. I'll have a good week, waking and sleeping like a model citizen, Ben Franklin style. Up at six, bed by nine....
I should have known that I was dreaming when my day started at around five in the afternoon with me playing video games in my dining room. I haven't had a dining room, least not with tiles and a television since I was twelve and still living in LA. That wasn't enough to tip me off, part of me is sure I'd still be stuck in that nightmare if Karen hadn't decid...
For thousands of years, we have lived among you. Those of us you call Gods. Lately, we haven't been around. Ever wonder why? It's not because of the rise of Christianity and Islam along with Buddhism that the Gods of Paganism have vanished. There is another reason why. Simply put, we've been dying. There are many forces out there which can snuff the life of...