I was shaking with fear; my mind was running through the possibilities and all of them sucked. I was having a hard time coming up with one that didn't end in my death, the death of my family, even my Pack. The Cartel was known for its brutal methods, they wouldn't stop at just me. They would kill everyone I loved in front of me first. Then there was the CIA...
I -- The Pool Party "Dearest, are you sure I have to wear a swimsuit at the party?" I could not believe Akbar expected me to dress in a mere handkerchief to the party that night. "Of course, dear," he replied, "I am sure you do not want to look really out of place." I had not looked out of place at any of the other events since coming to Saudi, and his st...
*Note to readers: My first year on active duty as a Marine, my squadron CO called me into his office and he told me he had a friend of a friend who'd adopted a child from Russia. He asked if I'd be willing to help this other lieutenant colonel and his wife make up a word list so they could communicate. I spent a couple of hours with them writing out things l...
New York, Wednesday 24th April, 1974. After a severe winter the spring had set in. Sun rays bathed Central Park in New York. Birds chirped happily. Senior citizens greeted each other, happy to have survived the cold weather. Children played noisily while their mothers gossiped. It seemed that the world was at peace with itself but not everyone was happy....
NOTE: This story is set within an alternate Buffyverse. Faith has stayed with the Scooby gang and has become Buffy's secret girlfriend. Dawn is now nineteen and at college. Willow and Tara are still together. ++++++++++ Reacting like lightning, Ru leapt onto Anya's back and clung on tightly with a chokehold. The demoness grasped a handful of her hair and t...
Ordinary life continued to tick by back in the prince's home country. While Gyllen was busy browsing books in a library some two thousand miles away, a single figure, dressed in a yellow hooded cloak and a frock of white as if to contemplate the uncommonly sunny Platinan afternoon and the marshmallow clouds drifting in the aether, was skipping merrily along...
(This is a work of fiction and all characters are above the age of consent. It is a contemporary story drawing from the current situation with two characters and I attempt to alternate between their perspectives. This is a continuation of my earlier work ,"My Indian Summer". The story starts off with a young lad going to meet his newly widowed aunt who has...
Deftly backing the trailer into the spot where the guard said to, I climb down from the tractor, unlatch the fifth wheel, disconnect the air and electrical lines, and lower the landing gear. "Damn," I mutter, looking at the darkening sky, "I hope it doesn't start to rain!" Climbing back in the cab, I pick up the satellite unit I use to communicate with the c...
Chuck and Sarah – Belgrade, a spy's guide This is the third part of my series about the lovely and loving spy-couple, we all grew to like. The story takes place right after episode 4.01 ("Chuck vs. the Anniversary") and shows, that failure isn't an option for "Team Bartowski". I've dedicated this story to my hometown Belgrade – A city that once had quite...
Erik walked down the steps in between the rows of benches in the lecture hall, and picked a seat. The row he chose was about two-thirds of the way up from the front of the hall; far enough up to not have to pay too much attention, yet not so far in the back that it would look like he was trying to not have to pay attention. A similar process went into selec...