Xanxaa managed to deflect the beams of energy Xora fired at her, but she was not prepared for the concussive energy blast that Xora launched next. The surprising explosion sent Xanxaa spinning through the air and her back slammed into the concrete ledge that bordered the roof. From the side, Adam threw one of the rusty chairs at Xora impulsively, but it exp...
It was late, well after one o'clock in the morning if she had to guess, and the alcove dark. Sam lay on her back, one arm across the pillow above her head, the other idly playing with the blanket while she watched her mate pace back and forth. His long legs took him four steps across the room before he turned with a little jiggle and retraced his steps. Ther...
"I like mine with lettuce and tomato," I sang to myself as the hamburger sizzled in the frying pan in front of me. "Heinz fifty-seven an' French fried potatoes." I leaned over to check the French fries in the oven. "Big kosher pickle and a cold draught beer, well, good god almighty, which way do I steer for my-" Before I could break into the chorus, the pho...
"USS Surefoot-A, Captain's Log, Stardate 44373.77, Esek Hrelle Commanding: we have completed our inspection and refit of the wreck of the USS Limaari, in preparation for its autopiloted journey back to Starbase 154, ahead of schedule. Commendations for Cadet Jonas Ostrow, who has one again provided guidance on shortening the inspection and refitting time by...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: * "Jilnar Jardaly X-Rated Interview" "Interview with a News Whore" Byron Amos McDonald - Cadet Journalist Reporting... "Today we're talking to one of the world's favorite, beautiful, talented and, dare I say, sexually open...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story. The car, a long black limousine, had met my train in town. I barely had time to marvel at the quaintness of the small Europea...
It didn't take long for them to chain me up to the other girls in the coffle and soon we were off. The paths got smoother as we got closer to the city and I had gotten used to walking more-or-less barefoot. I say "more-or-less" because unlike the other girls I was wearing my beautiful barefoot sandals, with their green beads and string. They weren't the type...
Part Three - The Knife in the Rock. I was there. When a solitary boy, just breaking man, pulled a knife from a tight rock and found himself king, I was there. I wasn't the only one of course, as one might expect for a coronation. Both fate and conjure meant there was quite the cavalcade of characters, even if some of them were uncertain of their true role...
"Dad I love him and I will marry him." I said furiously to my dad. "Meona Johnson, you are not going to marry him ever and that's my final decision." He snapped at me. "Why dad why, why don't you want to see me happy?" I asked him crying. "Meona he's not right for you." He whispered. "Dad stop it, you don't know him. He loves me." I told him to make him...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Birthed by stars, in immortal light, so why do we assume we pass into Darkness. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. ***** A maniac conducted the orchestra, while every section fought for dominance...