"What have we here?" Carrington Primross holds the beautiful Sabbath Black by her milky shoulders. From a safe distance he spies upon the Ganthorian starship crippled against a ridge. His admiration noting the cattle within a glowing energy pen. He could feel the energy in the air terrorizing his hunger. A bonfire flares around a stacked array of shipping...
***As a reader of this site I promise that I'll continue this piece. As a writer I can't promise I can crank it out fast. There will be a few slower chapters.*** ***** He lay in bed, the sun slowly coming up a slight chill in the air. The large awning windows letting the sunshine in. He hadn't closed the curtains last night, soon the room would be full o...
"Doctor Burnside, Mrs. McHenry would like to see you." "Thank you nurse Jones. She is a spry old gal at ninety-two, but I don't think that she will last the night." As Dr. Burnside strode into room 217B, he observed Mrs. McHenry laying on her back. She was white as a ghost. In a soft whisper she commanded. "Close the door. Sit here on the bed. My time is n...
Respite Author's Notes: A heartfelt "thank you" goes out to the people who helped in refining and improving this chapter. My lady love for her undying support and the harshest critique one can hope for, my editor bikoukumori for his unending patience and a host of volunteers who suffered through the early drafts of this tale. In no particular order: Thornf...
The group chuckled at their colleague's ribald joke. The youngest man had nervously opined about mustering the energy and stamina to 'ride out' the long weekend ahead. One middle-aged man chided the 30-ish judge's doubts. "If the riding gets to be too much, switch to being ridden!" Ned added his 2-cents: 'He and his friend were two decades older; how sho...
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Chapter Six – The Inner Sanctum Dani hurried behind Saskila as the lizardwoman strode down the long hallway, the room was huge. It was at least a couple of hundred metres long and the ceiling, which was held up by two long rows of giant black pillars, rose at least half that distance in the air. The whole area was lit by tall braziers which burned with a da...
This was Ginger's first time on a train (not counting subways) and her first time in Europe. She had arrived in Germany just a week ago, flying in from her home in Atlanta, Georgia. She had booked this trip on the spur of the moment late one night after finishing the latest Nicholas Sparks novel. She needed this getaway from work. From home. From the anniver...
The sounds of battle resounded through the little village of huts- the shrill screams and war-cries of the cannibals intermingling with the dull, mindless roars of rage from the zombies. Saetha and Giton stood at the door of Jeff's hut, where the last few remaining survivors of the shipwreck had taken a last stand. "Looks like Ules is getting more powerful...
Only the Ancient Ones remember the days before the Dead Things started to rise. The old ones remember a time when the world was very different, before food became scarce, the skies went dark, and when the world was teeming with humans. The supposedly magically wonderful time before the dark times. To the young, these supposedly great times sound far-fetched...