I was delirious from combat. The English Channel is no place for a pilot to recite patriotic poetry. Scenes from the flick where the hero babbles Rupert Brooke while he waits for the rescue plane are for bullshit pussies. I was too fucked to be a hero. To keep myself awake I kept talking. I said things like this: "My name is Jim, Flight Lieutenant Jim Glow-...
•ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER• ****** She woke to aching bones and a pounding head. Physical pain wasn't something that was new to her, and the familiar aches didn't frighten her. When her sleep-addled body adjusted to her new surroundings she finally opened her eyes and slowly investigated the small room she found herself in. She licked he...
I Mist rode in from the coastline as his mount trotted steadily towards the sea-side city of Gul'Vadesh. He stared with furrowed brow at the spirals of the Mage hosts that adorned the sides of the Cardinal road with their inbred arrogance. Those secretive towers held little surprise for him, whatever part of him that was, but another part -- a part less con...
Drew loved to fish, any kind of angling he was prepared to try. Coarse fishing occupied a lot of his spare time and he'd enjoyed a few holidays in Scotland over the years, hunting wild salmon and trout with a fly on a gossamer line, but his real love was sea fishing. His uncle John introduced him to the pastime when he was a kid. Drew lost his dad to emphy...
I want to thank everyone who has continued to follow my characters as they have evolved over the last two stories. In this novella the two main characters will finally begin to have intimate moments, something that many of you have been waiting for. Thank you for you comments and continued words of encouragement, also any emails are welcomed. Enjoy! The Ahl...
Cold, too damn cold. Why am I doing this, I asked myself. Because I'm a fisherman, I answered. Fuck that, I ask myself, why the hell aren't you fishing in Hawaii or Mexico where it's warm? Because I'm a fucking crab fisherman and right now, the crabs are in the Bering Fucking Sea. Well, says the genius in my head, you're not too damn smart, are you? Got that...
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1975 was my first year at college. During summer vacation I washed dishes in a small family fast food restaurant in the small seaside town which was my home. The owners' daughter, Clara, was a waitress there. She was a knockout, and she knew it. She stood a shade over 5', and she had a round, unlined, baby face framed with tumbling, wavy, light brown hair. H...
As Ella finished packing her bag, she let herself think about the long weekend ahead. They had been planning this trip for months, just the five of them, camping out near the coast. Ella loved the beach and couldn't wait to spend three days so close to the sea. As she zipped up her bag, she heard two blasts of a horn outside. She peered out the window, spott...
***~sigh~ Ok, I'm slapping my forehead here. I shoulda slipped this in a little sooner. This occurs at the same time that The Drow are teaching Sariel and before they move to Azrael's home. The reason that I mention it is because in the last chapter and this one - it's still summer. See? This is the reason that I end up with sticky notes stuck all around the...