He threw the three severed heads to the floor before us, either as a warning or a challenge, which it was I couldn't know. Perhaps both? I now saw the mace he hefted in his other fist. Its brutal spikes were unwashed, and black with dried blood. I snatched a cloth from where it was slung as a screen beside the bed, and flung it across my girl, covering her...
Before I continue writing I just wanted to thank those of you who posted comments on the last four chapters. I appreciate both thanks and suggestions and will try my best to implement them (the suggestions). Please continue reading and sending feedback, the more I receive the more I write... ...And now please enjoy the fifth and final chapter of Tomb Raider...
Veronica Paul was a pretty widowed woman of 31 living in Daytona, Florida. She had twin sons from her husband who was an army man killed in Afghanistan. That was six months ago and Veronica was still in grief. Friends urged her to start looking for a job and a man. But she took to alcohol drinking instead to alleviate her loneliness. There were times she w...
Mike Jimson shifted the dust mask on his face as he and Tom carefully wet-sanded the '71 Mustang that was the latest project to come out of the paint booth. With the attention to detail they'd put into the Hunter green beast, they fully expected it to bring at least twenty five grand at the next auction, doubling the money invested in it and then some. Con...
Homeward Bound The last time the Poseidon was around Earth, they had cloaked the Battlestar, but now that Earth knew about the Federation, and no doubt Elisha had mentioned the Battlestar in her reports, Mark and the Commander agreed there was no use in hiding any longer. As soon as they had dropped out of light drive, Annabelle messaged her parents saying...
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In High school I was a jock. I played many sports but none more avidly than Football (American). I spent the majority of my time as a defensive player and as a quick and strong player, my most enjoyable feat during a game was to reach the quarterback and sack him for a loss; Sometimes causing a fumble. To recover a fumble was the pinnacle of success in a gam...
Hello I apologize for the lapse in posting, lol 7 year lapse, but here is the request for a sequel. I hope you enjoy it! ***** A few months had passed since I created my article on Blood Lust, a night club that had been the talk of the town. It was rumored that this specific club hosted acts of Vampirism. That young men and women were invited as "special...
Amanda? Ah, Amanda! Where did that begin? A year and a bit ago I was in a job that didn't pay that well. But I enjoyed it. Tightly in charge of a monthly magazine, with a small band of dedicated contributors - who could actually write and also understood the meaning of the words 'copy deadline - I was a happy bunny. Jackie, on the other hand, was rapidly cl...
I recorded this saga as told to me by a haggard crumpled man who claimed he lost count of his years after 85 while I was researching a Master's thesis on 'iterative anthropology.' The Orkney Island native narrated this tale claiming it was one retold 50 times over but never penned. His thick accent, while charming, has been edited to make this saga more acce...