"Fuck!" John snarled, incensed that the Brimorians were causing him even more problems. *Let me get this straight... the Maliri fleets won't make it in time, so now we're rushing to save the Kintark from an Enclave invasion?!* *That's correct,* Edraele replied mournfully. *Except we won't make it in time either,* Alyssa added, sounding heavily distracted....
Up until the time I was married I would have never believed that there were two disparate Americas coexisting side by side forming unequal parts of the same whole; one of unbounded privilege and the other of implicit, soul-deadening servitude. To think that the vast majority of Americans were no more than indentured slaves to banks and corporations that rule...
A young grad student takes a photography job for a mysterious club and quickly finds himself trapped in the gray areas between love, lust, fantasy, and reality. --- "From timber so crooked as that from which man is carved, nothing entirely straight can be made." Immanuel Kant --- 1 The newspaper strewn out in front of me, I sat down with a bowl of ce...
The final inking cut into his flesh, and the stalwart barbarian didn't even grimace in pain, though a lesser man might have. Grinning instead, Gundor the Hammer clenched his fist. The ink-maiden--a shaman of the Tribe of the Thunderbeast--had infused the ink and her drawing with mystical power, and Hammer could feel the enchantment seeping into his flesh, be...
(This story is an official entry into the 2008 Valentine's Day story contest. It is a long tale of lust and love and the consequences that arise. I hope you enjoy.) *** I loved my new apartment. Seventh floor, with a small enclosed balcony, a view of downtown tourists would envy, concierge service, even a hair salon and massage parlor on the ground floor....
It took a few minutes before the letter sunk in and I realized that Sandra was gone. I could not believe, after last night she could just disappear, but as my mind came back into focus, I realized I didn't really know her. I didn't even know her last name or where she lived, or how old she was, or for that matter, if she was married. I only knew I loved her....
Phillip Johnson Chapter One Saturday morning I found her note propped up against the coffee pot. "Russ, sorry to do this to you honey, but Haley needs me right now and I'll call you about the first of the week and let you know how things are going. If an emergency comes up leave a message on my cell phone because I won't be able to use it in the hospital....
John watched the last of the prisoners file out of the dreadnought and into the morning sunshine, their hands raised to shade their eyes against the brightness. Nearly a thousand Terrans had gathered outside the crashed Kirrix capital ship, appearing shocked and relieved that the worst of their ordeal was now over. His eyes were drawn to a statuesque woman...
Brooklyn I staggered into my house, kicking off my heels the moment I stepped through the door. I'd flown to Seattle, Washington, on Tuesday morning, and now, Friday evening, I was finally home in Chicago, tired and ready to sleep in my own bed. Short of flying charter, first class was as good as it got, but I still had to deal with crowds, terminals, lugga...
WARNING: This part of the story contains rape and violence as does the third, last part. I don't dwell on the rape, mostly just mentioned, and the violence tends to be brief. Because of the often dangerous purpose and intent of MSINC it seems necessary. Part II Kalima Chapter 6 The next morning, Kali sat beside me at the breakfast table in my family's up...