Everyone's heard about the virus going around. Masks in public, businesses shutting down, don't go outside unless you have to. It sounded like the opening sentences of some dystopian novel from a high school book fair. That was October. Now it's December. The virus had covered the globe, upending daily life for everyone. I knew that classes were going to go...
This storyline is open for contributions by other authors - see the "missing chapters" chapter for more on this. All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. Note: This first chapter has no sex. Also note: This story is not for everybody. The sexual fantasy here is very specific, and I'm sure many will not...
The Avatars' Ball Thanks to Todger 65 for the edit. Hangar 14's design reflected the dieselpunk style of the others. It was one of several specifically designed for A.I maintenance and transfer. Tractor 57 led the shuttle into 14 and demagnetized the towbar. "Here we are, nice and cozy. Remember to open your access ports to the utility arms. Good luck...
"General Anderson, have you had any contact with the president or at least an acting executive?" "Yes," the old man answered as a dozen other reporters tried to ask a question. "We've been in touch with Air Force One. As you have been briefed, the President and senior advisers are being moved to a secure location where they will establish a command. In the...
The Grateful Virus: Missing Chapters Parts of this story are open for other authors to contribute. This chapter describes how, and also outlines the general events of the first missing time period, which readers may find interesting even if they don't intend to contribute. Chapters 6-10 haven't yet been written, and are reserved for me to write someday if...
I watched the tiny digital clock at the bottom of the tool bar. Just five more minutes and my hour would be up. I could leave this ridiculously posh, horribly smelly office suite and return to my little cubicle. I'd come to love my cubicle. It was tiny, safe and all mine. I could do my work without Isabella's cleavage pressed against my shoulder. The tiny cl...
Jamal tried to stifle a yawn as he stumbled home at three in the morning. His wife, Zoey would have questions if she was still awake, and if not she'd just have the same questions in the morning but Jamal was in no mood to talk to her. He was still coming down off the glow of fucking one of his neighbor's wives. "Must be something in the water." He mused try...
The following story is based loosely on true events, but some details have been altered for the sake of this retelling. ***** 2020 was supposed to be a great year for me. I was going to finally finish my MA and even go to Greece over the summer. Then the COVID-19 pandemic happened and trampled over all my plans. My trip to Greece was cancelled, obviously...
My name is Samira Klahlesh-Habari. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Nubia. The year is 2412 A.D. of the old calendar and it's year 401 of the Nubian Calendar. I'm a citizen of the Pan-African Imperium, in what was once called the North American Division. What is the Pan-African Imperium? The greatest civilization in h...
Slowly, the Searcher settled into the waiting cradle at the Space Fleet Astrodome in the low rent district of Kansas City. Returning from the Harcock system had been a long and arduous journey fraught with sneak attacks, ambushes, excessive maneuvering and, finally, surrender. But now Captain Shika of Space Fleet was home and could turn the Councilor over to...