Part 9

A shout from the stern rail brought my attention around. There balanced on the rail, arms outstretched was Blythe. The faint light of the quarterdeck shown on him fully revealing his red shirt and a knife in his hands. He shouted again “Mistress I did it for you !” and looked to the skies. Seeking forgiveness?

Authors Note

Sorry for the long delay, this chapter fought me for quite a while, and ended up longer than I intended.

Chapter Four

After supper we all decided to go and catch a movie. Apparently the entertainment director was on a Stanley Kubrick kick. Tonight was an old movie called “A Clockwork Orange.” Very strange and somewhat disturbing. I had disjointed dreams about it all night. As a result, I was a little bleary eyed I the morning and stumbled through my shower not really waking up

Janie Lewis and I were the best of friends ever since the first day of Preschool and we did everything together. So many times we would hear people say "Those two are almost like conjoined twins" It seemed like it too. Our mothers would have to promise that we would get to go to each others houses the next day to ever get us to go home. I would play with her toys when I was at her house and she played with mine when she was at mine. I always wondered why my toys weren't the same things Janie had, but I was afraid to ask.

KOLCHAK: THE NYLON STALKER.
(Based upon characters created by Jeff Rice. )
By Way Zim.

June 18th, 2005.
Cleveland, Ohio.

Synopsis:The time has come for Sarah and Steve to take down there enemies, but things are not always as they seem are they ready for the job that lays ahead of them, only time will tell.

I had arrived home late on Christmas Eve. I stripped off my clothes. They smelled of stale beer, cigarettes and sex. My little black dress would need dry cleaning. I showered, put on clean panties and tee shirt. I slept the sleep of the dead. It was 11AM Christmas morning when I awoke.

Bad Moon Rising-3

Part 3

Stevie’s part:

It’s a really bad scene here in this back trail hillbilly biker bar. Most of the scum are being questioned and dealt with. I do the questioning. I’m getting good at using my majik to refine my wolf senses to detect a lie. The questioning techniques I’m learning as I go, there’s enough cops and military in my pack now that I’m getting really good at being a really bad person.

Continuing Release

By Kerry Brown

"Drink, drink, drink!" I tried my best but after some seconds I had to push the tube away from my mouth. I coughed and wiped my mouth with my arm. Some beer was spilling on the floor while I joined the laughter of the others.

"Eh, Marc. Your planing on making my birthday my death-day, aren't you?!" I gasped with a grin.

"Eh, dude! It's your twentieth, man! That's gotta be celebrated!"

A Sweets Life-Chapter 6

Just a quiet chapter, this time.

Mrs. Jackson had decided to bring Candy home, so that she could discuss the problems with Candy’s mother. Jenna was not pleased. In fact, she was explosively emotional, perhaps even murderous. Diane Jackson bore the brunt of her anger, sitting quietly in a chair with a resolute lack of emotion. When Jenna stopped to actually breathe for a few minutes, Diane looked her in the eye.

Xabriar gripped the copper bowl full of dark water, his knuckles white around its edge, and forcibly restrained himself. The tools of his trade were becoming more valuable to him by the day, and this one let him see more of the distant goings on than most. He left it on the bench and stalked across the room, muttering to himself.