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The First SaR Mission Ch. 08

by PerryNormal on Sep 19, 2017
NonHuman

-The Full Moon Retreat- Episode: The First Search and Rescue Mission Chapter 8: Decisions made... To the reader: Well, dear readers, my 'take away' from chapter 7 is that the re-write was worth the effort, based upon the nice increase in the rating. Thank you. So, I shall try to 'write out' the character flags on future chapters, if I can manage the tim...

Aurora, Wayward Pt. 04

by EmotionalStorm on Mar 16, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Synopsis: A long-forgotten wayward people. A War Hero was rescued and given a new lease on life. Every lease has a cost. (The follow-on Series to Astra) Inspired by so many things but not endorsed by any of them. © EmotionalStorm March 2020. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing fro...

Aurora, Wayward Pt. 05

by EmotionalStorm on Jun 1, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Aurora, Wayward Series Pt. 5 Synopsis: A long-forgotten wayward people. A War Hero was rescued and given a new lease on life. Every lease has a cost. (The follow-on Series to Astra) Inspired by so many things but not endorsed by any of them. © EmotionalStorm May 2020. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior a...

XTC 2.5

by Averlin on Sep 14, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Gina's log. Things have only gotten stranger. I'm still on the run, now an illegal immigrant on Mars, where I'm effectively stranded and penniless. I've finally met X's creators... I think. They're some kind of Darpa-level scientists working in a secret lab, fugitives themselves. I was told I can ask them what organization they're on the run from, but I'm ho...

The Sentinel Ch. 01

by JPMMURPHY on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

It was a dark place - figuratively and literally - where he spent most of his time. The room was clean and neat, the only light coming from eight computer monitors on a long table against the outer wall. Here, he watched intently, pushed back in his wheelchair, glancing from one screen to the next, sometimes pausing to reflect on what might be happening on a...

The Sentinel Ch. 18

by JPMMURPHY on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Jan sat in her bedroom in the middle of her bed, wearing a silk nightshirt and panties while pouring over folders and reports. It seemed things were going exceptionally well at the office, but, instead of lessening the burden, it only seemed to pile more work on. While she read, her mind kept wandering back to Jack. She'd never felt so close to anyone, yet...

The Sentinel Ch. 14

by JPMMURPHY on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

There was no wake-up call in a flea bag like this, but Scott rolled out early to get 'in uniform' as he called it. Donning his rumpled trench coat, he grabbed a coffee and donut at a 7-11 on the corner. Even Thanksgiving Day held captive its share of employees, he thought. Another block and he found a pay phone on the relatively deserted street. Of course, t...

The Sentinel Ch. 11

by JPMMURPHY on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Jack called Michelle early to ask how the refrigerator was stocked and if anything else was needed so a friend coming in from out of town could occupy the executive suite for a week or so. "Yes, Mr. Pond, it's all set. The concierge expects you and turned the heat on last night. Do you need a car today?" "Yes, I do, around 9, and I'll need it all day. Can...

The Sentinel Ch. 08

by JPMMURPHY on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

It had been an uneventful flight; Jan had slept against Jack's shoulder most the way. After gathering their bags, Jan had wondered what Jack was doing when he'd stepped out onto the curb, pulled out a keychain, and pressed a button on what looked like an oversized car alarm beeper. There had been little talk on the plane as she'd finally succumbed to sleep,...

The Sentinel Ch. 06

by JPMMURPHY on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Marge walked around the kitchen in her old blue bathrobe, tattered for the wear, but comfortable and familiar; she used it every morning to start her day. Her house slippers, green fuzzy things that had been given to her by her kids a couple of years ago, made swishing sounds as she shuffled from the counter to the refrigerator to the table to the sink and s...