Sisterhood: Alienation... Alien Nation? Jerry Colt: Protagonist Keeper Karen Colt: Jerry's little sister Iris Colt: Jerry's mom Jarael: Jerry's Primary Sentinel and ghost elf Serenity: Jerry's A.I. Neko: Cat Girl body slave Thorn: Lethean Twi'lek heavily tattooed bodyguard Xo'Dee: Slime Girl Dancer Naia: Chiss Strategist Lilith: Jerry's patron Bi...
"Is it safe?" Dey asked. A moment later, Loki managed to translate her question, which came out of her cellphone in what the locals sometimes referred to as 'English'. The muggy heat of the uptown Georgetown was filled with the babble of dozens of human languages and dozens of alien languages and a truly preposterous number of mosquito. Despite the best effo...
Oh you don't know how fucking great I am... You just don't know... I work out every day. Even when I'm lying down and being still, the tick-tock machinery of my body is working to the orders of an insane old Russian woman ballet teacher-cum-gymnastics coach-cum-Stalinistic torture expert. I breathe to the rhythm of the glowing pulsing neon red blood-pumping...
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There was a light breeze that played with Jane's hair. Ruffling her blonde locks lightly as she walked down to the beach. Alone and happy to be so. Jane padded on bare feet to the water's edge. Gentle waves rolled up the sand and buried her toes. She wriggled them in the sand as the waters swirled and her feet sank a little. She smiled to herself and looke...
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Abel Miller checks his console when the vacuum klaxon finally cuts off, but there's still no advisory that it's safe to leave his quarters. The scientist had immediately contacted his wife when the breach protocol activated. He knew she was safe only a few doors down in one of the emergency crash couches. Resisting the urge to contact her again in case she h...
The rain pattered lightly against the window as she sat in her comfortable leather chair. She had been reviewing her next patients file in order to familiarise herself with his particulars prior to the meeting and had, without realising, slipped away into one of the daydreams that seemed to be occurring with alarming regularity these days. She had been refle...
"Good morning, Miss Morales, and how are you this fine Christmas Eve morning?" "Good morning, Mr. Lowell. I'm just fine, thank-you. Doctor's running just a bit behind so please have a seat. She'll be with you as soon as she can. Are you all set for the holiday?" "Oh, I'll spend Christmas just about like I do any other day off. I'll put a log on the hearth,...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...