Notes from the author: Hi again everyone! This is another tale in my 22nd-23rd century solar system fantasy, of which I am rather fond. Technically, it is tied with The Calling of the Stars, but you do not need to have read it first. To be quite honest with you, with this story I mainly sought a valid excuse to have fun with unearthly body properties, such a...
PROLOGUE The Dreamtime--that gap between what is and what was--is a space where "being" is an eternal, all-at-once state. In the Dreamtime, the past is the future and the future, past. All of what is, what has been and will be meets here. It is where souls reside before becoming and it is the place to which souls return upon ceasing. It is the space to whic...
Author's Note: I would like to thank my dear friend Allan for providing me with the inspiration for this story. * Priscilla Widener was a pretty girl. Everyone knew that. With her long, jet-black hair, startling cobalt-blue eyes, and a petite, perfectly symmetrical nose, she made an unforgettable picture of loveliness to all she met. And standing at an impr...
***** [author's Note: This is the first of 6 chapters. The story is long and I take some time to develop the plot and characters. I hope you will find it interesting. Also note, the balance of chapters will move into a different category, please take the time to find them. Thanks for reading. --W ] * I picked up my towel and used it to wipe my face, I had...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hi again, folks, Lady D here! This section took a lot longer to finish than I expected. Like all the other parts, I wrote it over a year ago in February. When I got around to it this January, I didn't like it, so I threw it in the swamp, and rewrote it. That version sucked less, but it still sucked, so I thre...
*I have been asked a very good question: if men are so rare and valuable, why aren't they treated better? One reader provided the best answer. In the American West in the last half of the 19th century, in many areas men outnumbered women 10:1. Women enjoyed protection because of their rarity, but they had no control over that protection. The gained no excess...
Looking up, I saw her in the companionway—blonde, young, tanned, grimy and scared, in bare midriff crop top and dirty white shorts--as she quavered, "well, where're we off to?" - - - - - Walking down the dock in July of 2001, I pulled the little two-wheeled fiberglass cart behind me, loaded with a generous 10 days worth of food and supplies, for an early s...
There are three things I must say about this story before you read it. Firstly, there is a character in it that closely parallels a celebrity (I slightly changed the name). I want to make it clear that my character and the celebrity are NOT the same person—even in my twisted mind. This story is not about the above mentioned celebrity, but I had to include so...
Chapter Nine; Life's Little Surprises The weeks after we returned home from Providence were busy ones. Rick's job demanded most of his time and I was busy with home support. Claire stayed with us for the first ten days or so and that was fun but hectic. As her husbands are the first to tell you, she's a high maintenance lady. She requires a lot of attentio...
Thank you once more to the wonderful EmmaKendrick01 for offering her thoughts on this chapter! ***** "Princess, I need to ask you something." "Ask away." "Last night, did you really enjoy not being fucked? Baltar would've done it; you could have just let it happen. I remember with Brand and Brash you didn't want them to fuck you because you knew they...