This is inspired by the multiple CHYOA that use tells short stories about famous celebrities, streamers, or YouTubers. I for one have a thing for cosplayers and besides Jessica Nigri and Meg Turney, there really isn't much in the way of cosplay stories. It was the first day of Cosplay-Con, a yearly convention where all sorts of cosplayers and e-girls go to p...
Chapter 6 -- The Day of the Dead In the middle of September there was another indication that Kim was becoming more settled in her new life in Danube City. She sat at the table of Sergekt's mother for the first time. Danubian social protocol mandated that any social contact between a young man and a young woman had to be preceded by the young man sitting at...
My wallet so deeply offended my posterior sentiments on the ride from Atlanta, that I am forced to clean it out. Leaving only the most very necessary elements; I discard a 2000 school ID, a Brasilian bus pass, a bank receipt for $400 and a six month old Durex condom in a purple wrapper. Tossing them in the middle of a train station parking lot for vagrants t...
Sunset in the Mojave. Next to their battered Wagoneer, my friends Barry and Marta squat on their hams finishing the dinner dishes - scraping the remains of my notorious pineapple venison chili onto a sun-burnished rock. Tomorrow the ants will have a feast. Marta's friend Wendy, a woman I'd never met until this morning, kneels near our small fire a few yards...
MARCH 2010 Comanche smoke signals of dust rise from an uneven dirt road, a half mile away. Beth's bouncing pickup emerges from the cloud, an arrow aimed at Jim Ed's southwest pasture barn. Beth and Jen stagger from the barn, loaded with gear. Jim Ed Andrews, III leans against his white crew cab pickup. He grins at the pony-tailed brunettes, who are irritat...
Friday, 10 March 2017 Oh, shit! I knew that I was in trouble as soon as I walked in the door. Sitting in the living room were Staff Sergeant (SSgt) Corman, SSgt Taylor, Technical Sergeant (TSgt) Hanley, TSgt Woods and, worst of all, Senior Master Sergeant (SMSgt) O'Grady. My name's Robert Johnson, and I'm only a Master Sergeant (MSgt) in the Air Force; whi...
Chapter 26 -- Maria Elena's Path in Life The march continued into the countryside as the route left Danube City and circled around to the east. There were rest breaks to exchange used torches for new ones, to use the latrine, and to drink fruit punch. The punch stained the marchers' lips blood red, and many of the men dribbled punch down their chests to giv...
Chapter 1 The Drunken Cat March 8, 1966 "Lock and load." In ritual often practiced and easily remembered, Green Beret Staff Sergeant Arturo Hernandez, taps the cartridge clip on his helmet twice, slams it home into the magazine's chamber of his AR-15, and sets his weapon on full automatic. Special Forces SEAL Petty Officer First Class, Patrick Francis...
The Scene during Midnight at Mauna Kea Mountain While on March Break with my friends, I met this girl named Oceania Chan in Hawaii during the 2010 World's Surfers Competition. After the competition was over, she came over to congratulate me on my victory. "Thanks -- I'll buy you a drink tonight - you look so beautiful like a model". She's like a world cla...
In North Carolina, the coldest and dreariest part of the winter is between January and March. That is when we usually get snow, if it's going to snow at all. That is also when we tend to get more of the rainy, cold weather that I hate. I don't remember the weather bothering me much that year, though. It was a very happy, satisfying time for both of us. Alici...