INTRODUCTION First off, this here story is expressed in the vernacular, that is it corresponds with the way people talk. Our two protagonists, as you will surely recognize, are not rocket scientists. These are just two dumb highly sexed Texas kids who join the Navy because they are patriotic and get ramrodded right up the ass by the local enlistment officer...
The Coalition fleet would have been an impressive sight even in pre-Thanatos times. But almost all the world's military might destroyed, having so many warships in one place was simply breathtaking. As the ageing Kamov helicopter carrying General Volk flew low over the choppy grey waters of the Firth of Forth, he couldn't help but be in awe of what they'd a...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years or older. ***** STOWAWAY Aurora was on a broad reach, ploughing through a friendly sea, heading south by east. It was one of those days, crafted specially as a gift for sailors, with a steady fifteen-knot breeze powering the sails, a long rolling swell and very little chop. Leaving George the...
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...
It was a misdirected camping trip. We left Scottsdale, Arizona thinking we would take a Spring trip east through New Mexico and into Texas. We had traded a beast of a twenty year old diesel pusher motor home for a more compact 28 footer on a truck chassis. Pulling our ATV on a trailer behind we were up for adventure. Then we hit El Paso. Fuck! We didn't spe...
This is the third Convertible story. The first two, "The Convertible" and its sequel "The Convertible -- Another Road" are closely connected and should be read together, but from this story onward the Convertible stories will all be standalones, the charmed 1955 TR2 being the sole thread tying them together. Sometimes when writing a story, help comes from u...
Chapter 7 The time came for Lola to leave her role as Cooper's personal adviser after five months of working at his side. The disposal of his group of companies had occurred faster than expected, being almost completed within five months instead of eight months, and the 22-acre block (Cooper was still not up with hectares) of land had been disposed of, with...
Dawn over Drastin's Fall was an eerie affair. The dim white sun crept over the horizon, illuminating the city in a ghostly pale glow - locally this time had come to be known as "corpselight". Considering the nature of the city, the name was quite appropriate. For over one-hundred-and-twenty-years, the planet Nobruna in the Beta2 Sagittarii system had been t...
A big thanks to those who made comments. You helped me realize how important Trent is to the story. ***** "I am in control. I know what I'm doing. I am in control." I kept repeating this over and over to myself. It was my mantra. I was in control. I knew what I was doing. I would not lose control. "Then why," I asked myself, "Am I dressed in one of my...
***Looks like there'll be a chapter 7 to this, since after I added the character, it went a little all over the map. I just need to paste her into what I wrote for the ending. I didn't intend it, but when I was looking for a name, I wanted to stay middle of the road, but what came to me after I defined her personality in my head was Mischka (MEESHKA) - and...