"You're angsting again," Chloe said. Years—decades now—spent as Clark Kent's best friend had given her a sixth sense for angst. She could look at her fiancé, just lying in bed with his hands behind his head, maybe thinking about his fantasy football league or the lyrics to a Kylie Minogue song or how silly putty picked up newspaper comics—and nope, she knew...
Amanda was on all fours, crawling through a passage that was nearly too small to fit her frame even in this position. The headlamp she wore on her forehead penetrated the otherwise complete blackness that surrounded the passage. The ground was hard and damp underneath Amanda's knees; she had to take caution each time she set her hands down or she'd slip on t...
This one's a little different from my usual offerings – hope you enjoy. ***** How did I get to this point in my life? Waiting for my wife to come home; I have news that will shock her when she hears it. As I sit here some old song keeps playing in my head, I'll have to look it up when I get a chance, don't know where I heard it. If you want to be happy fo...
It was his last day out of town. Eric headed for straight for the hotel bar. "Having the usual?" the bartender asked. "Sure thing, Max." Eric chuckled to himself. "I guess coming here for a week every year for the last five years makes you a regular." Eric glanced around as he nursed his beer. "Looks like the same crowd," he thought. But one person was m...
(edited by the hip and groovy DeReve) -------------------------------------------- Thanks to those who have messaged, commented and voted on previous Orbital Academy chapters! You guys keep me going, so keep 'em coming! -------------------------------------------- "I spy with my little eye, something devoid of all light, sound, and life." Jackson's joke...
Chapter 11: What Shouldn't be Said Tessarie wrung her hands warily as she watched the kobold and human's hands. They held their touch for several moments before Keiter finally eased back, clasping both of his little claws around Leslie's hand in a show of friendship. The older woman ran her thumb across the back of that top hand, maybe memorizing the featu...
For Arago 007, who whined, complained and nagged until she got her way, I think I married your sister. Enjoy and remember. "It's difficult to scroll down with sticky fingers. I suggest you read this to a 'friend'. I appologise to all in advance. I really have no idea what category to put this story into. ***** Back from three days out of town at a soccer...
Tess stopped walking and blew out a loud breath. She shoved tangles of flame-red hair from her brow and stared up at the sky. The clouds had shifted and reformed, their colour deepening to an ominous grey. It was only a matter of time before they broke. She slanted a glance at her wristwatch; four-thirty already. Her stomach churned at the thought of the st...
Chapter Four—Home Again, Home Again That night, for the first in as many as he could remember, Tessa didn't hound Simon for sex, for which he was grateful. "So, you got the job I assume." "Uh huh." "And you like it?" "Oh yes," Tess assured him. "Good night, Simon. I've had quite a busy day." Tess was asleep almost immediately, dreaming of doctors, docto...
More than Just a Passing Acquaintance HE WAS THINKING…. His eyes scanned the bar as he talked to his new “bar-buddies.” They were watching the Monday Night Football pre-game, and critiquing both the teams playing that night and the various women scattered around the bar. After about five minutes he spotted her, and knew that she was the one. Certainly n...