PORTAL: entrance, gateway, opening, ingress Chapter 1 Spring was nearing its end when First Sergeant Argus Mitchell received his honorable discharge. Invalided home from the Middle East with a shattered hip, the marine had been made whole against after a complete hip reconstruction and receiving extensive psychological therapy, The size of his gratuity m...
Gill sighed as he walked around his car. He hadn't meant to slam the door that hard, and he didn't like to think of himself as the kind of man who took his frustrations out on others. His car was certainly not one of the sources of that frustration, but, admittedly, he was only human. Mentally, he apologized. The indifferent teen behind the counter neither...
The van's wheels changed tune, slowing as the woman stared hollowly at her hands cupped together lightly in her lap. She sat woodenly in the back of the van, her eyes aching from too little sleep, and nauseous from the trip. She leaned into the turn as the van made a right turn off the barely maintained county road, listening quietly as crunched underneath t...
It's funny, how as a kid you tend to see things so totally different from the reality in which they are. Only when you're confronted with those same memories years later do you really understand the misconceptions we all place on them. It was how I remembered Mabel, though back then as a kid, we all teasingly called her, Maybelline. Growing up right next d...
Unpacking her possessions and setting up a new room was something Lacy had done many times in her life. Being a trouble shooter for a large corporation, her father moved the family every year or two for as long as she could remember, and at each new town her father bought a broken house. The houses were in as bad a shape as the business he came to the new to...
Prelude Bracks Club, Off Whitehall Friday 9pm It was damnable bad luck. Bracks had been an exclusive club for over two hundred years and most of the members looked like originals. The requirements of equality had been met by admitting two old prunes who never used the place and a young Sikh who had yet to hit the glass ceiling and so was working long hour...
This story is a mix between romance and sci-fi, based on old fashioned magic. There is no sex, at least in this part. Constructive comments are very welcome. EVERYONE in the story is at least eighteen years old, some thousands of years old. Thanks to Headitor for editing support - any remaining errors we missed - we don't need to be told. ***** A quiet fi...
Once upon a time long ago and far away the sun rose over a quaint village. Shopkeepers were leaving their houses for their shops. Farmers were preparing to work in their fields. Jack fed the chickens and gathered the eggs. He took the eggs to his poor widowed mother. She was preparing their breakfast. Jack exchanged the egg basket for the milk bucket and ret...
During supper Ria gathered two silver pieces in her arms and carried them up in front of the dark-skinned server who delivered Kal his food. The woman gave the mage a sly look and she held her hand beneath the sprite. The mage smirked from where he was sitting, "Don't be mistaken, you will be at her beck and call, not mine." The woman's smile vanished, rep...
Jul 12, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Six "Highway Murders" Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on June 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincide...