Prologue: My dear friends and readers, thank-you for your kind words and for remembering me after these past two years of silence. It was great hearing from you, and for as long as I can, I will do my utmost to do you and this story justice. As always, you are the folks that keep a smile on my face. Bob Misprint: Atwater Luck is 70.6 Light Years from Earth...
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Copyright 2007 hammingbyrd7 * Chapter 1. Chance Meeting Time: Friday, May 10, 2047 6:16 PM CDT Ft. Hood, Bell County, Texas Megan O'Connor walked into her civilian barracks with a careful gait, her poncho soaked from the blowing rain. It was still two hours before sunset, but the dark clouds outside the distant hall window and usual lack of power in the b...
So, dear reader, here are all the chapters in the Predator series, as well as Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, all wrapped up in one giant burrito. I've made a few changes and additions along the way, mainly to smooth transitions and to better integrate Beyond a Reasonable Doubt into the main story arc. This was never the original intent, however, so the two stori...
Chapter 18 75. Collisions "I don't care what she says, Frank, I want to talk with her. We have been apart for more than 15 hours, that's longer then we have been apart for more than our entire lives. I made a childish mistake, and if she can't forgive me for it, I will kill myself. I don't need a gun, knife, or any man-made object to do it, and she knows i...
There was no doubt: she was crying. It triggered a reflex in him to reach out and comfort her. Except – he didn't. Why should he? She wasn't the one hurt, was she? He was. So why should she be the one crying? And yet, she was. Clear liquid trembled on the lower rims of her beautiful eyes – reflecting the candlelight. For a moment it clung to her painted l...
Robert Jabez put his computer on the empty seat next to him and stepped into the aisle of the tour bus carrying him and his fellow musicians north toward Buffalo and the Canadian border. He glanced at the bus they were trailing and started back for the rest room, ignoring the whist game going on across the way between the director of music, Dr. Paul Sella, a...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
CHAPTER 1 A COUNTRY BOY WILL SURVIVE BY SW MO HERMIT Lawrence Saunders opened his eyes but had yet to see anything when the pain hit. It was excruciating and he moaned while he tried to curl up in a tight ball. He felt hands pushing on his shoulders and heard a voice say, "Stop. Don't move or you'll tear out the stitches." His eyes began registering his...
This is a long story, 57,000 words. If that doesn't appeal to you stop reading now. There is very little explicit sex in the story and what there is, is a long way in. If that is what you seek. Then look elsewhere. * Chapter 1 Will Wainwright never knew what hit him. He was two days out of St Peter Port Guernsey, on route to Gibraltar, where they woul...