Chapter 1 1980. A new decade. A few months, maybe a season, the fall, had come and gone since Clinton Street south of Houston had been busted twice and closed. Where once the diverse underbelly of junkies, the punks and suits, men and women, young and not so young, could line up a block over and wait their turn to dash across Clinton to the door they heard...
All storms pass -- eventually. Life goes on, if but for a brief time, and often tentatively at best, like storm ravaged limbs falling down into rushing streams before tumbling onward, and one day, perhaps, out to sea. The sun returns for a time, and with upturned faces bright eyes seek it's warmth. Spirits of wounded souls reach for the solace of sky; words...
(pardon the shortness. This is a set up chapter. I will add to it as soon as it accepted.) Smallville was a silent sleepy town town. Well silent accept for the mutant outbreak. An Asteroid was heading toward smallville again. It was an asteroid of red krytonite. The same thing that made Clark evil. This was differnt. This affect humans as well as aliens. Wor...
The Castle of Stromgard was busy as usual. At the castle courtyard, soldiers stood in rows, responding to commands from their trainers. Sound of metal clashing and heavy boots thumping on the ground filled the air. The instructors drilled the soldiers vigorously, yelling and screaming all the time, and were quickly answered with the same intensity. For most...
Mike's Navy: a novel in five parts Part 2: Mike Meets Marlene copyright 2014 Welcome to the world of Michael Claymore. For those who are fans of Mike's from his mystery novels what we have here is a series about his life prior to the mysteries. We will discover what makes him tick, so to speak. I envision this prequel series in the following way: b...
Author's Note: I was very flattered and encouraged by the comments on the first chapter of the story. Thank you for the feedback. This next portion is twice as long as the first chapter. It's juicy on action and characterization, but if you're looking for something more like erotica, and less like literature, you may want to return later. This is intended...
It was a small farm, on the side of a hill in the South Wales countryside. Like most places in Wales, it got more than the country's fair share of rain, but when the sun shone, it was such beautiful scenery – it was crying out for something special – something other than a farm. This story is a combination of true events (I know because I was there) and wh...
The buyout, the stock option payoff, the golden exit -- everybody says that it's a moment when dreams come true, but nobody says that your dreams die in the process. Jeremy sat diagonally from me at the conference table, looking like he wanted to skip the rest of the day and get to the drinking. He was never one for wearing ties, much less suits, so having t...
They met Lukas in Reno again, this time in some sort of warehouse set at the ragged edge of the city. Lukas didn't have many people with him, and Esther explained it was just as well. "You are very stealthy," she said. "But your men are not, not in the way they think they are. Not enough to help me very much when I must conceal them from the Mexican." But...
2:45. Friday. Three separate re-sets, personally handled. And very, very little patience left for his...'actresses'. Leon Whittaker's lip curled a bit further at that last thought, the mere word souring his mood, even as he kneaded his brow ever-harder, even as he slumped ever further back in his flimsy directorial chair, even as he tried again, equa...