The space between realities shifted uncomfortably as they gathered. Not a physical location per se—rather a conceptual fold in the fabric of existence where beings of their stature could convene without collapsing nearby dimensions under the weight of their presence. "Shall we call this meeting to order?" spoke a figure whose form seemed to constan...
I got into a bit of a creative slump in December. I felt like nothing I wrote was any good. To get out of the slump, I read my favorite books and tried to imagine additional stories set in their worlds. It came to naught, until I re-read Over_Red's story "Dream Drive", which he published on this very site. I managed to conjure up a character and sent him on...
I had a son! I looked down at his tiny face and marveled. Doe Eyes was three quarters white, with auburn hair. It was too soon to tell, but he looked like he'd end up being a dark blond. Smiles A Lot was grinning and a little girl of about four rushed out and straight into my arms. It was the girl from the raid on the village. She had nowhere else to go and...
I extend a happy haunted Halloween to all. AGENT OF STALK IN L.A is the prequel to AGENT OF STALK IN PRAGUE. Whatever order you choose to read them in, both stories are self-contained, neither betrays the secrets of its sister tale, but I wrote the L.A. story second. PRAGUE was narrated from Clive Mercer's hardbitten point of view, but in L.A. I wanted Mer...
SolMax Prison Ajax paced around the small exercise court of the reception area, 50 feet beneath the cratered surface of the asteroid Pallas. The British had loitered in the capture area long enough to participate in war games, but on the return to Earth had stopped to turn him over to the SolMax guards, who took him into custody. “Move up, convicts!” A gu...
37 Dusk was just extending its shadowy fingers over the scene. Surfers were wending their way home from the beaches, colourful surfboards slung firmly on top of colourful cars and vans. Zinc cream glowed beneath mirrored sun glasses on the faces that seemed to glow in the red rays of the setting sun. The homeward bound traffic from the beaches confronted he...
The Armoire Ch.08 -- A Gift For Sammy Watching Sylvia approach the airport bar, Tommy noticed that she had a swagger, a self confidence that she didn't display when he first met her and he allowed himself a little smile, realizing that he could take a little credit for that. He stood as she neared the table and they shared a friendly hug. She had already ca...
Part: The First We met at one of her customary haunts, a busy little Brazilian place called Bossa Nova. From our table, conveniently located near the front entrance, the crowded market was in full view. Its customers busily scurried about in what seemed an existence parallel to, but absent chance of intersection with, our nearly motionless selves. Upon a...
Hello BPV fans! Sorry it's taken sooooo long to come out with a new chapter. This one was more difficult to write than I thought it would be and I worked on some other projects. This story has major religious and racial themes, so don't read ahead if you are sensitive. I know France does not have a Prime Minister, but it's just easier to write as if they did...
My wife Jenn likes to shop, so much so that recently I confiscated her credit cards. I have a good job in the city with very generous bonuses, but this last bill took the piss. She was so angry that she threatened to withdraw the only real thing she could, sex. Jenn is a petit woman with an athletic body, small pert breasts and a beautiful arse. Not wantin...