There'd been a bunch of appearances, and autograph signings, way more than any race I'd won in Australia. For two days after Halloween. I mean, yea, its supposed ta be the top three from all the age categories, even if the loser just bailed after I crushed him. Not like I'm salty about that or …
Tag: Red Widow
The Flight Home
It was always the same......It was always different. Sitting in the pilot's seat, he didn't need to, not really. It was obvious William didn't want to allow him to pilot Alliance Two, always issuing orders over whatever weird internal communications link he had, even if Brett was actively engaged in a maneuver. It was annoying …
The Sins of the Past
Frustration burned as he walked through the hallway towards his quarters, his home. He tried to bring up the security breaches in a logical way, but lost his temper. He hadn't meant to, but no one wanted to take security of the base seriously. They refused to listen, William especially refused to listen. Whenever …
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 …
Suppression
It had never before seemed strange to walk through the base in clothing that was soaked in something; whether that be sweat, blood, water, mechanical fluid, none of it mattered. After years of moving around, or at least not remembering where he'd been, Tempest Point had finally become.......home. Since he almost always healed any wounds …
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 …
Admission
He walked into the "living room" of their quarters, at least if she hadn't decided to throw him out. His plan of construction has involved adding almost four times the amount of square footage to their "house." Originally Livy had a small bedroom, Amelia had a bigger one, and they shared a bathroom and a …
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 …
A Father’s Decision; A Daughter’s Reward
Pain radiated through her arm, every jolt of the boat as she guided it through the swells sending spikes up to her neck and out into her back, so much so that she hardly even noticed the rapidly deepening bruises along her ribs and hip where the safety line she has tossed together has tightened …
A Father’s Test
“Hey Dad, I didn’t hear you guys come in last night…..out past curfew? Like the dress?” “Very funny kiddo. Bloody comedian. At least you’re up on time, ya eat yet?” “Nah, I was waiting on ya and Mum.” “She’s still in the shower, and then I think she's going ta take a little nap before …
A Father’s Questions
She'd been interested in spite of herself. Counting her mothers' scars was so stupid. Yet, something about the way Dad said it made her wonder if.....maybe. So, she'd jogged, almost running over Hamilton as he turned to set out some cookies he'd been making. Yelling "Sorry" over her shoulder, she'd ran through the halls and …
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 …
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 