Stefan, one of Steve's alternate selves from a parallel dimension had just captured Steve and Alison. The trap had been meant for Stephen, the third alternate version of Steve. However Steve had come home before Stephen, and had been gassed by Stefan's booby trap. Stefan couldn't understand why anyone would try and kill him without reason. He didn't know th...
Things had not been going well in their lives and tension between the two had been mounting. They had planned on meeting soon and some anxious anticipation began to fuel the tension between them even more. For some reason there seemed to be some uncertainty in the air. Possibly the myspace.com thing had become too complicated and communication too hard to do...
Chapter 13: Reclamation and Loss I had been sure the shaking of the walls in Hades was surely Lucifer coming to rescue me. Even as Hermes, Eros and I scrambled into clothing once more, I could hear the sounds of shouting and battle. I don't know how I knew what the latter sounded like as I had never so much as been in a bar brawl, but it was unmistakable....
Chapter 11 The Prints 'Now how about some coffee? Then we need to finish sorting the prints.' she said more cheerfully a couple of minutes later. Having cleared the dishes and brewed coffee we sat down again and talked for a while about the selection and then marketing of the photographs as we sipped it. But then, when there was a distinct pause in the c...
Some men are just born dickheads. Tom was a 32 year old dickhead... or at least his wife certainly thought so. He had just lost his job of ten years and now he was having trouble pleasing his young better half. It wasn't the sex... they didn't do that anymore. It was just that Tom had a bad habit of getting into his wife's things. Basically timid in natur...
*** CHAPTER 2 *** The week after Master died, I moved with Katie into the house, permanently. We decided to share her bedroom, even though it was the smallest in the house. We just couldn't move into the Masters' old room; there were just too many bad memories. Even if we didn't quite feel ready for it, Katie and I were on our own. The farm had to keep r...
ilu The word -- the message -- lit up Sanneke's phone screen as she lay on the sofa in her bright red night robe, a matching brassiere underneath. The hue matched her ts-hirt from earlier that night in the Avalache, long since discarded, along with the designer-destressed rocker jeans. It matched her lipstick, still painted across her lips and paired with s...
Author's notes: This story jumps the shark a bit and makes reference to technology that is more fantasy than science fiction in nature. A word of warning... a bit of gender bending is involved. This was based in part off from a dream I had. It is unlikely that a sequel will be in the works. This was kind of a one-time thing... nothing more. **************...
Susan yawned as she walked down the automated production line. Night shift was boring and she was worn out. As head of maintenance she was responsible for finding any faults and ensuring that they were fixed as quickly as possible. Downtime was money was what she was always being told. The factory was an automated plant which produced a wide range of pick an...
What the hell was I doing here? I had asked myself the same question over and over, on the long drive into the city. As I tried to find a park for my Suburban, I couldn’t help but notice the youth and vitality on the faces of the hundreds of students all milling around aimlessly. Christ, here I was at 38 joining the student body of a small but well respected...