Dainéal’s Dream

Wave after Wave

The Registry -part 3 by Allexcited69

This is a work of fiction that deals with a simple future. In it, most people, if they were numbers, were now simple people with simple ideas and very simple needs. Harsh language is used and this story includes descriptions of sexual behaviour that may be considered disturbing to some.

The two surgeons arrived at the room to find James on his way out to physiotherapy, the nurse had got him into his wheelchair after dressing him in something better than a hospital gown. Dr Graves told the nurse to send word once James had returned to the room and to have him completely stripped in preparation for a physical examination by Dr Wells.

After escaping from her kidnappers, Rose is alone and on the run in Tokyo. And effectively illiterate. She overhears a group of teenaged morfs talking about wanting to be a team. If she approaches them, will they be friends or enemies?

The Pageant

Part 12 - This is the Sequel to Jason's Story.

Kelly looks back over the past year, at all the changes in her life.

I walk down the hallway. My boots give of muffled noises on the this carpet with it's ridiculoussly old fashioned golden braids. I wear the black boots of a russian commander. No immitation. The real thing. Just to mention. Let's just say he won't need them no more anyway. As well as the rest of his uniform. The great grandparents on my mothers side of the family had been ukrainians, so thanks to them, even my looks match the role I'm playing right know.

Don’t Blame Me I’m A Martian…9

Chapter 9

We’re all full of adrenaline as we’re racing up Old beach road to a lonely stretch of sand dunes the locals usually end up partying at. We just call it The Dunes or some call it Desert Sands but that’s like the name from back in Dad’s era and stuff.

Van Halen’s “Mine all Mine.” Is blaring out of the front of the truck and there a lot of wild yells and screams and stuff. I’m getting increasingly sore and in pain as the ride is going so when someone passes me a beer I take it. And when someone passes me the Jack Daniels I take that too.

The beer is beer but the whisky just burns it’s way down my throat and sets my whole mouth into searing pain as there’s all these cuts on the inside of my cheeks and lips and my gums from getting beat on by “Dick.” I might not have felt it then but I’m feeling it now.