Author's Note: This chapter contains violence. I do not condone abuse of any kind, verbal or physical, against anyone. This was included for character development alone. Grit your teeth and it will be over before you know it! ~NeverEvers ***** They disembarked General Thruk's ship as soon as Elaine released Thalia. To the girl's disappointment, there still...
(A very special thanks to Shiree for making this a better read) The train trip was uneventful. During the journey she kept rehearsing what she had planned to say on meeting Eva. It was important to win her trust. Nikki looked out of the window, watching the green fields flash by. She felt nervous. Had she taken the right decision? She was risking a lo...
Legal disclaimer time: The people in my story are totally made up and shouldn't have any resemblance to any current or past hockey player. Once again I'm developing characters and plot, so be patient and hang in there! * Song 2 java,I love java sweet and hot, Whoops, Mister Moto, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot, and I'll pour me a shot, A cup, a cup,...
Each year I travel to the convention at Hay on Wye. It's a small town near Monmouth in Wales that has the most amazing river close by where in my teens and early twenties I used to canoe. Now I go to this sleepy area for its once a year awakening where book sellers, buyers and authors come to share tales, ply their trade or just browse and pick up the atmosp...
It was Friday, and I had only four hours until I left my job forever. Finally, I was making the jump from a lowly academic journal to the glamorous world of magazine editing. My job in New York began in one week, and I was leaving my shabby little cubicle and awkward, unfriendly coworkers behind. Things were hectic: I'd spent all morning forwarding my emai...
On the edge of the L.A. suburb Hollywood was a sprawling set of buildings surrounded by a concrete wall topped with barbed wire. Apart from the neon sign that said 'Shooting Star Studios,' it looked like a bunch of warehouses in a prisoner-of-war camp. However, enter one of those buildings and you would be transported to another place and time—the interior o...
My name is Chromie. I know this is an odd name for some, but for a person that's been as many places, seen as many things. Time , places and names mean little to nothing. Why else would I speak in such broad terms of infinite if I was not just that. For some, they see a cute, petite little gnome with silver hair entwined in those little buns at the sides of...
This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe ****** A few days before the SummerSlam Pay-Per-View in the hot month of August 2000, Edge and Christian are returning to the locker room area after defeating the Dudley Boyz in a Summerslam warm-up match for their upcoming Tables, Ladders and Chairs match against the Dudleys...
You slip into an open space amongst the millions (and millions…) of the other mall patrons' vehicles. Oak Land is a pretty typical mall. Two floors, thousands of stores, millions of people and the god-like food court. The ad didn't say where in the mall they would be, just that they were there. You pushed your way through the masses, heading for the escalato...
I was just sitting, having a drink with some friends when she came into the club. I barely noticed her except that leather is unusual there. An extremely large woman, well over 6', but her chocolate colored skin contrasted nicely with the shade of blue leather she wore. Nothing extreme, to be sure, a tight fitting bolero jacket, white blouse, but her rather...