“I 'ate this fuckin' room.” Five minutes later, “I 'ate this fuckin' room.” I sit next to the bed. Again. I sit and I stare at the unconscious form. Her long purple hair lies tangled about her sleeping form. Of course, its not entirely purple any more, and I guess its a sleeping form now. …
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What Price Memory, Part II
I study her as the sommelier bringS the wine she ordered, offering it first to me, and with a shake of my head, going through the dance of the sniff and taste with her. Somewhere, a thought chases through my head, probably from Henri, that the tasting was irrelevant, that originally, the sniff was just …
What Price Memory, Part I
I wasn't sure why I was so nervous. She'd told me along time ago that she didn't want to marry me, and then kept a life altering secret from me. If dinner at an expensive French restaurant was the price to pay to find out information about my daughter, then I was willing to pay, …
What Price Memory: Intro
They'd had some good times over the last few days, the three of them. Awkward at times, of course, but good, he'd thought. But she kept doling out the information slowly, and he had a soldier's dichotomy of immense patience while on or planning the mission, and almost none in his personal life. Whether it …
Safe Places: Part 3
Somewhere, the blackness echoed with a thump, a slight flutter, a thump, a thump.....followed by burning warmth. The slightest vibration within the shattered thoughts....... Once again, his torn and rent lungs, the burning throat ejected the contents of the sea outward and then gasped a shuddering inhalation. Somewhere, instinct reacted. A second breath, and then …
Safe Places: Part 2
He awoke to aching cold, a mix of numbness and pain in his legs. Dizzy, he couldn't really orient his direction, but when he moved, the feeling of water sloshing around him brought some coherency to his thoughts. A fine spray was showering over him, as he struggled to get somewhat upright. He moved his …
Safe Place – Part 1
He awoke suddenly, confused momentarily before his body addressed the swelling from the concussion driven through his brain as his head slammed into the steel walls a few moments ago. His senses fired, but the container provided no light for his eyes to filter, completely dark. It had been dark outside, but there was no …
My Hometown
They never really looked like they should be together, the punk girl and the soldier. Age, music, style, clothing, bearing, attitude, all said no. A grand tour of Port Hedland proved that, where no one knew them. Now, as evening closed in, and the sun headed towards the sea, they sat on an isolated …
First Loves: Part I
She awoke to an empty bed, not an unusual feeling. The darkened room was strange, only the moonlight glowing through an open window, the curtains waving slightly in the breeze of the Australian night, throwing waving shadows across the room. It felt more than a little creepy to be in Brett's childhood room and bed, …
Coming Home
He'd been obnoxious about the Venn diagram discussion. Intellectually, regardless of what he told Henri, he could recognize the value of such a proposition, and frankly it really wasn't that much different in its objective than many of the threat or target analysis discussions he'd either ran or participated in previously. Course, stylistically, anything related …
Homeward Bound
Sophia by Cruxshadows Its never really silent in a combat aircraft, even when its quiet. The mechanical hums, the chimes and sounds of various consoles, the breathing, farts, belches, and assorted creaks of equipment from the troops in the back. Now, though, with Alliance Two, it seemed different. Oh sure, Henri snored in the co-pilot's …
Broken Self
Empty Eyes by Within Temptation He walked out of his office, "Tôi sẽ đi dạo, tôi sẽ trở lại tòa nhà trong khoảng ba mươi, Leyna. Trang cho tôi nếu bạn cần tôi." "Chắc chắn rồi, Trưởng," she replied automatically in Vietnamese, knowing the boss liked to have short conversations like this to practice the …
Last Dreams 