INTRODUCTION Cloudless Resort on the edge of the Morebba Desert in Mitters County is acknowledged as one of the top fifty vacation centers of the world. It has been crowned National Resort of the Year three times. Its distinctive logo comprises an undressed woman on her back, the far knee raised, in a grove of palm trees beside a swimming pool. Behind the...
CHAPTER ONE The phone suddenly felt heavy in her hand. And quiet. She had never realized how quiet it could be. She longed for it to make a sound, any sound, even if it meant spam in her inbox. Did she do the right thing? Five years. Had that much time really gone by? She checked the screen again. The message glowed as bright as ever. Was about to delete...
Foreword: READ THIS FIRST After reading Agena's "A Joke", then reading all of the endings, I wasn't ever really satisfied with any of them. Even Triple T's "Texas Ending" and "Texas Epilogue" just didn't sit right with me. I understand where he's coming from, and both his Ending and Epilogue are 5 star reads. However, I just felt my teeth itching to take Ag...
Thank you for the comments and votes. This is my first attempt at writing a novella, and I hope you are enjoying the story. Also much like Pippa, my only languages are English, Pig Latin, and really bad French spoken with a Southern accent (Thanks loads Mademoiselle Baker) so the Swedish quoted here is from my poking on Swedish to English on-line dictionarie...
Monday, January 9, 2012 Ozero Kiyeng-Kyuyel Lake, Taymyrsky District, Siberia, Russia "That's quite a story," voices Vixen, "But are we not going to address the elephant in the room?" she asks, staring straight at Batman. "And what would that be?" asks Batman, as he can tell by the two-women body language, they are pissed off at him. "That you fu...
Back in high school, the Travis McGee books by John D. MacDonald were something of a guilty pleasure. I came across a copy of A Purple Place for Dying at a cabin one weekend and finished it by the time we went home. Over time, I hunted down the others in second-hand bookstores. So, when I decided to write a story that had some (very!) minor action elements a...
This is Part Two of a two-part story. * When I awoke in the morning, I was alone in Dave's bedroom. Light was pouring through both of the room's windows, neither of which was covered by a blind or curtain. It must have been about 7:30. I stood up, and spying my reflection in the mirror above the dresser, I realized I was naked except for my bra, the cups of...
"And what are you still doing here?" I looked up from my copy of Raised by Wolves I had been annotating to see my English professor, Dr. Redding, hovering over my shoulder. I sat in the middle of a large wooden table placed close to the campus library exit. I'd gotten so engulfed by my read; I hadn't noticed that the library was empty. I looked up to the...
"What are you dreaming of Big Sister?" The alien girl known as Briar speaks through her host body, that of young Abigail Spencer. Mere hours ago the alien seedling of the World Tree admitted to being part of a dimensional offshoot of Gaea herself. Each world had its own version. For Briar the new world she occupies is very confusing. It had for a very long...
The hotel was a large, sprawling building occupying a clifftop sight above a picturesque sandy bay. I arrived in the early evening by which time the rain, which had threatened all day, had begun to lash down with a vengeance. I parked my car and made a dash for the hotel entrance, cursing myself for not bringing a raincoat. As I walked to the reception desk...