The morning sunlight slipped in through the cracks in the blinds bathing the master bedroom in its radiant warmth. Sophia Steele looked at the clock. "Eleven o'clock. Time to start my day." She said to herself as she pushed the luxurious down comforter to the end of the bed revealing her naked body to the warm California sun. Stepping to the floor she immedi...
An hour prior to Cameron Scott's suicide. Jack Ramse stalked about the alien armory in a welcomed usage of solar powered lamps. Now that the sun shields were removed the collectors let the sun in during the day and absorbed its energy. Ramping up their power sources enough to make things more comfortable at night. Having had taken a quick bath to feel invig...
The bonfire blazed beautifully as the sun was setting in this strange land. This was the first time the group had dared the outdoors outside of their arrival and survival trips back to their destroyed plane. That and the burials of the deceased crews of both aircrafts. Air Force Pilot "Cameron Scott" and Sargent Malcolm Brand had collected wood from the deb...
Isolated like her first encounter with the parasitic rain Sophia Ridge found herself whole again. At least that was something. Her meditation chamber dank and lonely. Save for her new friends within her every cell. Every fiber. Every bone. She felt incredible. Happy to be reborn. If only the void in her stomach would subside. She could feel its hunger. Outwe...
Elle Franklin led Greta Winston through the darkness with a flashlight. The woman shivered out of sheer terror at every shadow. "Sorry for the inconvenience. We don't have the power to light this place up just yet. James is working on that. So, for now we use flashlights until the batteries go dead." "Fancy candles." Greta hisses nervously. "1873? Wow!"...
"You look stunning Sophia. You really do." "Stop it. You're the one getting married." Jeannine blushed. She couldn't believe that today she was marrying her true love. It had been a whirlwind romance and now, less then four months after meeting, she was marrying Tom. "Yeah, but you normally are so plain and ordinary. You look great." Sophia did look gorg...
"4:38! They're late." Lance checked his watch as sister Britney and friend Styles glanced in all directions. Styles exhales his doubt and stands up from sitting on the kiddie swing to eye the siblings. "Maybe Sophia was never serious." He chimes in. Brit continues swinging beside him and keeps her cool, "Give them time. It's four blocks from the school to...
After a restless night Malcolm Brand geared up for a salvage run. He waited for Sophia Ridge and her Mother to join him. Backpack ready he decided to set down and drink an instant coffee. All that they had left from their crash were packets. Even those were ready to run out. Their guilty pleasures slowly dwindling. Of course with the help of James Ian they m...
Author's note: Once again, I'm taking liberties with noble and royal titles and Austrian geography. There's also going to be a little time-hopping in this chapter, so bear with me. Hope everyone is still liking the storyline and the cliffhanger from last chapter. Let's see where this one will go. Please leave me your constructive feedback in the comments. I...
Sophia Ridge lingered in her locked room listening to her single Tyrant Tear sing to her. Alone she sat Indian style in the first set of real clothing she had worn in months. She resisted disrobing to keep any suspicion of her motives from being questioned. Hoping her Tyrant Tear didn't get too hungry. She forced herself to down Orin's soup just to give the...