I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement they always give me. As I've been known to fiddle with stories, after they've seen it. I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. While I'm at it, I think from now on I'm going to thank all my friends out there, w...
Note from Jake Rivers, This is my eighth semi-annual "invitational." The current effort consists of stories based on songs by Frank Sinatra, Ol' Blues Eyes. Please read the stories and give feedback to the participating authors. Unless I'm convinced otherwise, I'll probably stop after the tenth invitational. Regards, Jake To the readers: I chose 'My Way'...
Little Cayman, 1705 Blackbeard stood at the helm as he guided his ship toward the port of Little Cayman. He looked forward to another pillaging of the small island. It was a way out from many of the other Caribbean islands, but each time it proved to be worthwhile. He was about to give the order to begin the bombardment of the port town when his first mate...
I rose and wiped the blood from my mouth. I looked down at the young girl, snoring peacefully on the ground. No, I thought, she'll be fine. Probably just wake up with a bad headache. I feel better, though. Fuller. With blood in my veins and belly, my primal need has been satisfied. For now. I disappear into the night; it is almost morning. I awake later in...
Chapter 20: Past and Present Isaac sat with Martha and worried. "He didn't take it well." "He never takes things well. You should have told him before today," she scolded. "I know, I know. I was afraid he'd do something cocky." He sighed and ran his fingers through his thinning hair. "Well you'd better hope he doesn't go off and injure himself or someone...
With his niece infected, Michael Lane had no choice but to call for help from his major competitor in the market Huebort. They have contacted their top expert and hunter from the east, Oliver Rosendale, a fifty-two-year-old legend in his field. Oliver stood in Michael's office as if he owned it, his knowing smirk was already grating on his nerves, and Michae...
July, 1098 A.D. Somewhere near Antioch "You shouldn't have come here, Thomas. You don't belong." His tone carried neither friendship nor respect. The soldier with the axe made no attempt to conceal his easy contempt. "That becomes clearer every day," grunted Thomas. He dismounted from his horse, leaving it to stand or walk as it wished. His round shield w...
Neither demon stood, but they were both definitely on alert. Ezra's aura grew and, like an octopus, its tentacles seeped into and wrapped around my own power. The demon on our warrant stood in front of our small, square table and eyed Carlos. "You would not have succeeded, with or without them," Taurin said. Carlos said nothing. There was silence. Fuckin...
The Commandant lifted me from the pillow, but only to my knees. He used my hair like a leash and dragged me to the edge of the platform. I scrambled to my feet and sprawled on the floor as he went down the stairs. He brought me to the man I recognized as the one who shot Paul. His was a face I'd know forever, even in my altered state from the bowl of wine....
Author's note: I haven't tried anything like this before. My greatest fear as an author is becoming predictable. Thanks to RoustWriter and Lady Cibelle for their assistance in editing. I guess it was inevitable, the love that Cindy and I learned to share. We were twins born but raised as... just kids. Mother, bless her; miss her, died giving life to us. D...