He ran and he ran. Most of the time, running calmed the constant pressure of his mind. Now he ran with desperate purpose. The ringing of the phone had been the first clue that one of them tracked the wrong way. He trusted Chayton and his sense of smell. He may not know how strong …
Tag: Voltaic
An Affinity For Flowers
He'd taken longer than he'd meant while getting ready, especially with Allison waiting on him. Rarely did he feel......so mentally, maybe emotionally....not broken, but.....depleted. The last few days of constant pressure and action when they hadn't even had a day off from their return from under the sea and this.....whatever this looming horror on this …
A Night Together
The absolutely hottest girl he had ever met sat in his bed, back propped by pillows and wall as legs formed a small pyramid across his thighs. He strove to ignore the minor gasps and tremors he could feel emanate from her body as he slowly, methodically, sensually rubbed the body oil into her feet. …
Promises, Promises, Promises
The water rained down upon his upturned face, eyes closed enjoying the dual streams splashing against his body. For someone like him, a normal shower proved barely adequate to get clean, and impossible to enjoy when your head and shoulders rose high above the placement of the shower head. Someone planned ahead in designing this …
Causation
The conversation lagged as they all tucked into their food. Lukas only had thirty minutes for lunch, so quick Chinese food had been the choice. Neither Lukas nor Leilani had seemed thrilled with any of the options but she kind of missed the egg rolls here, and it had been six weeks since her detail …
Remembrance
". . . doesn't need to know tonight Dad." The voice was low, angry, sad.....echoing with unshed tears.....and maybe rage. Lindsay's voice. Dad's voice. "Tomorrow will be time enough Roger." Dziadek's stern voice. Weird dream......somehow he knew he was dreaming. He was dreaming right? Focus. Relax. Let the thoughts flow. "Take me to her, Dad." …
Background: Lukas Whitaker Origin
Lukas Whitaker: Voltaic Caucasian American of Polish Descent. Born in Dunn County, North Dakota. Birthday: October 18. Crossed L Ranch Residences: Crossed L Ranch, Main House ~ 35 mins southwest of Killdeer, North Dakota. Liebke Family Ranch, outside Łopuszna, Poland (Summers 13-14 years old). Crosswook, San Diego Foster Industries Paragon Residences. Schools: Killdeer Elementary School, …
Missing Home
Babcia, I have been thinking of you and JaJa the last few days. I didn't think I would ever miss the constant work at the ranch, especially in the fall as we all helped to drive the herds back to the lower grazing lands. But I do. I miss the smell of the coffee on …
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Dampening Affect
Allison's touch on his arm reminded him that some people needed space and time to work out their anger and pain. He understood that, and frankly, Barbe's punches hurt like hell. He wasn't really sure how to explain what he could do when he got hit, some sort of battery charge from blows, the …
Masażystka
Things were just getting hot with a more than willing Holly when Allison and Barbe drug him away from the brunette. He'd been super pissed off and lashed out about everybody having sex with each other but cock blocking him......even after their bullshit story about making sure he was safe, and not wanting him to …
Loneliness
He moved around the greenhouse, mixing some fresh fertilizer for some of the vegetable plants he had planted a few weeks ago. It was never going to be massive treasure trove of fresh food, but, a couple of meals worth of each vegetable, maybe enough corn to last several days when it got here, and …
Non-Standard Notification
The fifth floor of the newly built apartment complex was not high enough to drown out the sirens of the passing ambulance, likely on its way to the slightly older emergency clinic down the street. The curtains of the balcony drifted lightly on the breeze, the coolness of the evening wafting occasionally towards the bed. …
Evolution
“Ok, then, Lukas, you stay here by the door, help the hostages, and if anyone gets hurt, then you zap 'em. Right, ok? On the count of three.” All that ran through my mind was that I hate violence, this was stupid, we were going to die, damn Barbe is bossy, this is stupid...I should …
Last Dreams 