Her hair is like blood, her eyes violet jewels And she governs the fates of all whom she rules. Her voice is of silk, but her words are of steel. Look in her eyes, and your fears become real. A blossom of blood, with thorns that can kill, She will bend all your dreams to the ways of her will. Her beauty is pure as the clear driving rain, But to enter...
((Authors Note - Please note that this is adult fiction, so only read further if you qualify! I've received a number of queries about whether I was going to come up with any more Batgirl stories, and I must confess that I do enjoy writing them, so here's a little series taking our intrepid young warrior beyond that rather traumatic ending in the last stor...
Stardate 47544.94 USS Surefoot-A, Deck 2 Fore, Command Quarters -- 0700 Hours: Captain Esek Hrelle woke up beside his son, sensing the infant's active state. He drew in a little closer, rubbing the side of his muzzle against Misha's, making him purr. Hrelle grinned and rubbed Misha's tummy, making him gurgle. Opposite Misha, Kami stirred enough from her o...
His head was throbbing when he woke up. The Arbiter had done something to him, pressed a finger against his neck that made everything go melty and then black. Nate sat up to review his surroundings. He was in a small cell, about two meters by two meters. It had once been white but now had gone dingy and a bit yellowed. He was sitting on a ledge that served a...
Hank Murphy scanned the sky for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. The sky was clear except for the four North American FJ-4 Fury jets far below and in front of his plane. He scanned the sky again, then concentrated his search to the north. That is where any playmates were likely to come from. He saw a slight glimmer out to the north, low. He c...
December 1916 The Real Thing It was bitterly cold. Condensation droplets flew from the fuselage of the Avro 504 like icy needles, striking Phillip in the face, so he pulled his scarf a little higher. He opened the throttle and the plane began to rumble forward over the wet grass. The instructor’s voice sounded faint and tinny through the ‘Gosport tube’, a r...
I had no idea what to do, where to go or even, what exactly, was going on. I drove randomly for an hour or so, skirting the smaller communities around the lake, taking care to avoid spending too much time in one area. My leg hurt badly, I had a terrible headache and I couldn't seem to think clearly. I immersed in a thick fog of confusion and my sense of pani...
(In the 1950s it was Coopers Jockey Y Fronts that were the fashion statement in male underwear. Goggle, and explore what I mean. They were high waisted. They did not sit on the man's hips but rode higher than the navel. A big Y shaped opening on the front was their hallmark. Elastic kept the legs tight- until they got old and worn and the elastic became infi...
This is the final submission for my "Diary" series. Thanks to all who read, voted, gave positive and/or constructive negative feedback, and of course to Random Librarian for his editing. -Spartan 22 X -- Healing Wounds, Invisible Scars "I can't believe how fast you can run with that thing," Luke huffed, pumping his arms in rhythm with his stride. He alway...
The Lost World Ch. 5 In a grand castle, built exclusively for the purpose of housing a delegation of demons from seven different worlds, there were eight of these demons hanging out in one of its numerous rooms. This room was a sort of armory/arena. The room's purpose was to allow the demons from each world to spar peacefully. To be honest, aside from the b...