I dedicate this story and the next story in this series to the dear and wonderful Chinese woman who suggested the idea. Pamela Poon loved Sydney as much as she hated Bummkrak, Qnsld. Perhaps it was the cosmopolitan nature of the city that allowed a Chinese teenager to feel at home. Definitely, the Queensland rednecks who still believed in the "Yellow Peril"...
This story is 100% fictional. All characters in the story are 18+ years of age. ******************** The super-villain Sensorax had been terrorizing Starlight City for three days straight. Nobody knew what to do, not even the town's most powerful superhero, Dectora. Every time she tried to capture him, Sensorax used his incredibly heightened sensory percep...
Fred heard a tinkling noise about half an hour before his usual getting-up time. Anita jerked herself awake, realized where she was, and jumped up to turn off the alarm on her cell phone. Then she turned to Fred. "Did I fall asleep on us? I need to make that up to you!" and she dove onto the bed and swarmed all over him, covering him with kisses and making s...
Cameron was sitting at his desk in his apartment, working on his thesis when his cell phone started ringing and vibrating across the desk. Happy for the interruption - the writing was not going well - he glanced at the phone and smiled when he saw that it was his girlfriend calling. He and Shannon had only been dating for a couple months, but things were goi...
1 FIRENZE Standing at the bar in the local café a small, slim woman, in her twenties, sips an espresso. Her expression is hidden behind serious-looking reading glasses. The woman, whose name is Gina, finishes her coffee and runs a hand nervously through her short, dark hair. Leaving the bar, she turns awkwardly, and the large bundle of papers she is hold...
The first time Brett Burgess' mother appeared outside his window he thought it was an embarrassing accident. Brett was twenty. He had returned home during the summer holidays from university. He was studying computer science. His term time was spent between classes, writing his thesis, marathon training and phoning home to Mum. Brett was an avid runner. He d...
Professor Hana Klein's thesis class had the strangest, most frightening reputation for all the girls who took it. And it was a requirement for the Women's Studies program at Seattle's Miranda college. Rumors circulated that students from the class frequently dropped out, went crazy, or just plain disappeared. And Professor Klein, a tall statuesque woman in h...
Sweating bullets and ever conscious of her stern academic advisor's disapproving indifference, Tracy moved to the final suggestion on her list of possible topics. "I was thinking I might do my thesis on Slave Yoga," Tracy said. "It's very trendy, and there's a lot of interesting psychological aspects." Tracy's faculty advisor, Dr. Agatha Crush, had dismiss...
"So how long have you been working with Charles?" Stefan asked me, leaning toward me across the table. We were tucked into a booth at the back of a small Italian restaurant a few blocks from the university. I had never managed to get a table in this place before, and was vaguely amused at the way he had charmed the hostess into placing us at a table without...
The drive from Marta's home office back to my apartment took only about half an hour. Fortunately, traffic was light. By the time I pulled into my parking space at the apartment, I was feeling surprisingly invigorated. Marta had found no plagiarism concerns in my thesis, and then in an effort to help explain both my 'gift' and the reason for Emily's aggres...