It was the middle of September when Lauren Blanco's plane touched down in her hometown. She had been gone for 3 years, but to her it felt like just an instant. She looked out onto the tarmac of the familiar Midway International Airport in Chicago, sighed heavily, and thought to herself, "This is it. You're home. No chance to run now." She smiled politely as...
We'd been ordered to The Rung Sat Special Zone for an operation, the conclusion of which proved to be special indeed. I had just turned 21 and was assigned as a gunner aboard a 50-foot river assault/patrol boat in Viet Nam . . . essentially, a motor yacht with guns. After four days of assaults, ambushes, firefights, and re-supply escort runs we were grante...
No man who was there will forget Beach Red 1 on Tarawa. Our assault landing came on a beautiful south Pacific morning, November 1943. That day left so many indelible memories. The brilliant tropical sun, the calm azure sea; the deafening noise of battle, the hoarse screams of dying men; the whump of the flamethrower's arc into Japanese pillboxes. And the ste...
9 THE BLIGHTED GOD'S RECKONING "Greg?" said Sofia. The thing in front of her very -obviously- was not Greg, but its voice sure sounded like Greg. She had only a second to be confused, because Castopher was yelling some kind of incantation. The knights raised their spears and swords, and suddenly every tip and blade flashed with white lightning. "Prepare f...
Thank you readers for your patience, I had this with an editor for 2 wks he never got back to me and another editor has had it for three weeks. Finally I decided it was not fare to you the readers to hold up the story. I have done my best to clean up the grammar and stupid spelling errors hopefully you will enjoy. The other parts are also complete but I will...
Helen, during her training in the USAF, had been taught history. She had found most of it a snoozer - but one fact that floated from the hazy depths of her brain was that, back in the day, naval officers would help to lead their troops onto enemy ships. But in the era where getting onto an enemy ship involved jumping from one deck to another, with a sword in...
Payal ki Jhankar, Chapter 7 I "I'd imagine Jessica would be really upset if she saw us like this," Payal just had the oddest urge to express whatever was running through her mind. "She is a backwoods type and I think you may be right about her wanting to hold on to her man!" Mike Whittaker took a moment to respond to the comment about his wife back home i...
I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know th...
I wrote this just after the Winter Olympics one year. It is an unfinished tale, and probably always will be. Some will complain it ends just as the sauna starts steaming. But after Tara gives in, it just doesn't give me that itch anymore. Without the itch, my mind doesn't play and my fingers just won't frigg the keyboard any longer. ***** Tara's leg quake...
It had been almost ten years since Nell Capuano had flown. Needless to say, the hassle and aggravation involved had multiplied exponentially since then. She'd mustered the gusto to weather the two delays, the insidiously invasive security measures, even the baby three rows back that cried all through take off. Once they were finally up, flying east across A...