February One street over, the chaos of leave reigned as the amphibious group based on the USS Bonhomme Richard had returned to port yesterday. Several thousand sailors and marines, especially the unmarried ones, were on the rampage. In some ways it felt like coming home, in others, he thought as he glanced at the …
Tag: Gleam Shimmer
The Time is Now
I sat in the chair nearest the primary presentation node, the cold air of the warm room settling around me, waiting on the participants of the next briefing to arrive. The risks.....the risks of loss were extremely high, but the chance of success, while limited, the rewards could be immeasurable. I needed help. “I …
A Search for Peace
The swells of the Pacific crashed against the western walls, surf lapping over into the moat-like interior waters, disturbing the peaceful waters as the sea foam glinted in the light of the waxing gibbous moon. An alert viewer might have seen the shadow swim across the wall in one of the bigger waves, splashing …
Skinned
He walked along the top of the bastions around the base, before breaking into a run....trying to find the peace of mind that had led him through many a long march or pack march, or even a damn warmup of a ten kilometer run. Balance was automatic.....even along the wall parapets, although occasionally one crumbled …
Quiet Judgment
He let the water spray over him. A few months ago, Shawna would be in here and they would have figured out how to make this narrow shower their playground. Given that she'd changed her hair to the same sea blue as that first vacation to Cancun, and.....well, there had been a lot of firsts …
Shimmers of Truth
The blood and gore had been difficult to remove. A shower long enough to scrub and scrub and scrub again would have gone long cold in a regular home. And yet, still the scalding heat poured down on my body, the steam condensing into clouds barely piercable by normal eyesight. After the water no …
Ambush: A Gleam & Ghost History
Just two months after the weird alien Prodigy summoned us to this empty fuckin' warehouse inna middle of the slums, or as Henri had already corrected me several times, the "economically underdeveloped.." Whatever the fuck pretentious academic terminolgy she wanted to use, the place was a shithole. I think she thought that meant I …
Rage: The Duality of Love & Hate
He regretted it as soon as it left his hand. Mad as a cut snake. How the fuck was he supposed to compete for romanticism against a story of a proposal in space, viewing the Earth and saying whatever she wanted because he was a fucking Foster? So afraid when she said that he screwed …
AAR – Alliance Upsurge Defence Force
G’day H, I bow to your obsession for bloody emails, even though I swore a couple of years ago it was too much of a security risk. I didn’t really pay any attention to what the hell you wrote in that report you submitted to the mayor, but I finally read it while all you …
A Father’s Lesson
He heard her steps coming down the hallway. He heard everybody’s steps, all the time. Brant was good, very good, but….it had been worse lately for him. In most ways, having Livy and Amelia here the last few weeks had been good for him. Every time he thought of that though, then he felt guilty …
An Awakening
He’d been working on the birthday surprise for weeks, but it had seemed so pointless while Henri was in the coma. Bryce wasn’t going to want to celebrate his twenty-first birthday without his best friend, and while Shawna would drink at the drop of the hat, she hadn’t been doing much of anything other than …
Acceptance: A Gleam & Ghost History
September 2016 Tired. Not physically, not really. He could still run for miles if he needed to, but he was getting sloppy. Fatigued mentally. Things had been so hectic over the last month. He hadn’t made a major mistake yet, that he knew of, but….he needed a break, a big break. Christmas was still three …
The Gleam in His Eye
July 2015 I’d noticed the other day that she kept hanging around, smoking cigarettes and occasionally taking one of my beers out of the cooler. She kept changing the music to some sort of music that I thought was punk, or at least related to punk. At first I thought she was watching Bryce, and …
A Lifting Fog – Missions of Discovery I
“Brett, War Room, now.” The quiet message came over the comm link embedded in his ear. He didn’t really understand all the technology Titan had created with Apex for communications, hell, especially for the armor. Privacy was an accepted illusion as a member of the Alliance, and that didn’t even count the magical artifact Brujeria …
Last Dreams 