Authors note: This story is meant as an introductory chapter to a longer story I am tinkering with. This is by no means a stroke piece neither will you find pornographic illustrations included. If that is your thing please find a different author who is more your style. This will become a story of supernatural creatures and dark themes, again if that is not...
Author's Note: This is the last chapter of Ember's story. She shows up in other stories, so this isn't her last appearance in the series. She will appear in at least 14 of the 16 stories I've mapped out for my Draga-verse. As with Nadya's story, I'm already working on a more polished version with more detail about Ember's visions and ancestry, which I didn...
Belinda could feel the sweat dripping down her torso as she gave her presentation. She had been expecting that she would be teaching the local Aerojet engineers and their manager at their branch office in Socorro, so she had dressed appropriately for a formal training seminar in a venue with functional air conditioning. Her skirt and matching blazer with a d...
Chapter 5: Hell to Pay It's Thursday morning, and the sun is just peeking over the horizon. Dan is already up and outside on the patio enjoying a cup of coffee while watching the sunrise. There is a fantastic transformation that occurs as the night turns into the day at the ranch. The blackness of night slowly gives way to shades of grey as the Earth's term...
All characters are adults. When I got outta the air force I needed a job but didn't wanna slave for a dollar forty minimum wage, so I got some business cards printed, and tacked them to bulletin boards around town. I got outta the air force with most of my mechanics tools, bought more, and bought an old Chevy pickup. I became a handyman. Calls came in alm...
The sandwich board man was there again. Every Saturday and most weekdays shoppers would see old George Timpson doing the rounds in the town square and at The Mall Shopping Centre. Most regulars knew of him and looked forward to sharing the odd joke and seeing the trademark top hat and multi-coloured jacket. He was a regular feature and if he didn't have a pr...
Julie in Owl-Light: A Letter Not Mailed You’d been in Florence for three days, shopping and sight-seeing, and this was your last night in the city. Your hotel was ‘La Rosetta’, an exquisite three-star pensione on Via Cavour, about five minutes’ walk from the centre of activity. My photographic assignment had also just finished, so I called and invited you t...
On a small mesa, in the farmlands of Kansas, Whirling-Spirit-Mists-Sacred-Fire-Bearer sits... unlike so many of his Tribe at the Caern, he does not wear deerskin and "traditional" garb everywhere... only when he plans on a ceremony... which, apparently, he does, for his jeans and flannel shirt ore folded to the side, and he is in garb very strongly reminisce...
"Please have pads..." Josey whispered under her breath as she tried to pick the lock. Usually she just forced her way in, but the police seemed to be tracking her movements, and there was no way she was going to give them any more evidence if they did catch her. An owl hooted, and the car in the driveway of the house she was trying to break into pulled away....
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real person is just a fluke. All characters are eighteen years and older. * Becky lay strapped to the gurney in the back of the ambulance. They had started her on oxygen for the short trip to the hospital. She wished Jessi was in here with her, but she was following directly behind in the car. "Are you...