Claire bit her lip and ran the note she was clutching across her fingers. As a scientist, she dealt in certainties; the plasticity, tensile strength, surface tension of materials could all be quantified. But this... she felt uncertainty, a deep, dark uncertainty. She held the note up again, reading each word carefully. Dr. Thaler, As you know, coffee beans...
Our luggage and equipment had arrived at the Asyut docks and we had confirmed rooms ready. We were treated with VIP status and again I suspect it was due to the connections of my lovely assistant. I did not know what influence she had as she still preserved this mystic regarding her personal history. I enjoyed this combination; a stoic scientist teaming up w...
Erica Chambers high heels clicked steadily as she marched towards the lab area of Vintage Port School for Girls. Her D cups bounced even more than usual in her hurried pace. Melvin tried to keep up while continually adjusting his throbbing boner in his slacks. Even though it was normal to see men walking down the halls of the all-girls school with thick bulg...
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Lara Croft or Umbrella Corporation. Capcom and Eidos do. IDs are checked at the door, and no one underage will be admitted and all that stuff. This story contains F/zombie nc, rape, snuff, necro and not really a whole lot of plot so bugger off if you don't like that kinda thing. Any feedback good, bad, indifferent can b...
Dr. Andrews walked into the lab, dressed appropriately in a white lab coat and carrying a clipboard. "How is the specimen?" "It appears to be catatonic," replied Dr. Nelson, also in a lab coat. Before Andrews could make a note of it on his clipboard, a feminine voice piped up. "Sir," interrupted a woman in a white uniform, "I've seen the alien move a coupl...
Professor Otto Graffenberg was what a lot of people think of as a typical mad professor. He was always getting new ideas to solve the major problems of the world. From time to time, some of these went wrong - some disastrously so. Such was the case when he tried to invent a system to throw a magnetic field around a country to keep out enemy missiles. Unfort...
(This is another short story that has been hanging around for a long while. It needed to be got it out of the way, so as to concentrate on a series.) "I didn't get elected because I'm a nice person. I was elected because I put daddy's money in the election fund, and had more money than anyone else, to spend on promoting my image. I got votes from men bec...
In an ever gentrifying New York City, even outer boroughs such as Brooklyn were not safe from the effects of time. Longtime residents were making an exodus and being replaced by younger families. Authentic bodegas were being replaced by national coffee chains, jazz clubs replaced by national coffee chain competitors, and the interesting night life? Well that...
Prologue Ceara frantically ran through the night. It was pitch black. The only light was coming from the fire that burned her house. The flames rose higher and higher. Her lover was caught inside. She ached all over; her arms and legs were burned badly. Blisters had formed on her feet and yet, she still kept running. She had to get help. It was the night...
Chapter Three: Bronze Huntress Like a colossus, the skyscraper towered over the City of Manhattan. A gleaming spike of steel and brick over one hundred stories tall, topped by a dirigible mooring mast, it dwarfed the structures around it into insignificance. On the 86th floor of this impressive building, an elevator door opened. Her face flush with excitem...