July 30, 1814 We left Missouri on May 1st. I managed to stay by my brother Thomas's side by disguising myself as one of the 140 young lads who had volunteered for the battle further up river. We were alone in the world, the two of us, and though St Louis had been recommended to us by neighbors back east after our parents died, Thom was uncertain what type...
"Zombie" "Would you like to see something interesting?" The phrasing was innocuous, but somehow the way Griffith said the words in his high, reedy voice made them hang in the air in a sinister fashion. He leaned forward slightly in his overstuffed chair with a child's curiosity in his eyes, but there was nothing innocent about him. If he had the inquisitive...
Greetings, folks. My name is Algoma "Allie" Witashnah and I'm a young Aboriginal woman living in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba. My father, George is Aboriginal, originally from the Sioux band, and my mother, Beatrice Kensington, is originally from Berkshire, England, but moved to Canada in the 1980s. I am the daughter of two worlds, but fiercely and proudly...
Kayla looked terrible. Her eyes were red and puffy and her usual make-up was totally lacking. "My God! Kayla what has happened to you?" "Olivia, I have had one helluva night. I even considered calling you last night, but I thought I would wait until this morning." "Wait for what?' "Olivia I know that this will sound really strange, but did anything weird...
With the departure of Don Alonzo Puertocarrero I was to continue the campaign in Mexico alone. His departure was a relief. Now no one in the expedition was more high born than I, and so no one could countermand my orders. Even so I had argued with him when he said he was going to depart. He was foolish to leave. Fortunes were to be made here in the New World...
The City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, is hands down one of the worst place I've ever been to. Seriously. Sorry, but the town is crap and someone's got to say it. Everyone in Winnipeg is either White or Aboriginal, and the two groups have a strong dislike of each other. I'm half Black, so they don't know what to make of me. Whoopee for me, right? The name is Damon...
June 22 Dear Clair, I write you now from the deck of a ship bound over the Pacific Ocean. You know I’d gone to meet with an old friend of mine about possible employment. Well, I have met with him and his patrons and agreed to join their team. It is an easy assignment. They are looking to discuss with the chieftain of a tribe of foreign Indians of some sor...
A/N: My second try at a weaponry story. oOO Summary: "You want me to save the world from my demented Ex-Boyfriend? You've got to be kidding me." In a world full of choices, Dante has only a few. She just wants a peaceful, quiet, gunless life in the country where she can forget her bloody past. Forged passports, name changes, and isolation in the most rem...
Crystal, a friend of mine, who’s a reporter, went on vacation. She decided that she was bored with her job and needed it worse everyday she was reporting. Crystal decided on a cruise through the Hawaiian Islands, I asked if I could go but she said she needed a break from everything. I shrugged and passed it off, as she just needed time alone. She said...
Tom sat on a small hill. He had a good view of the beach and the ocean. He was thinking about the report he would write. Tom was on assignment from the State Department. He was working as an independent investigator under contract. In the past he had been to a war zone, an isolated village, a crowded Eastern city and other places but he had never been sent t...