His hair was a mess ( Read more... )

Bertie Wooster, late of Berkeley Square, London, could barely see a thing ( Read more... )

Facing a storm in naught but a dinghy was what was called “not good”. Not good at all. The skies and seas had been clear, if the water a bit choppy, when Jack set out after Barbossa and the Pearl, for the - what was it now? - third time. That man had got to stop stealing his ship. And after all the things Jack had done for him. But little to be ( Read more... )

Susan…hadn't felt right since the cosmic storm. She guessed it was a pretty odd thing to go through and that the average human body simply wasn't designed to go through that kind of stress or pressure, but she'd thought that she'd be used to things by now. It had been almost a month, after all, and she was no closer to understanding the changes ( Read more... )

Inara felt her shuttle touch down on the tiny moon of Three Hills and smiled. Only a few minutes late ( Read more... )

John House stood, feet planted shoulder-width apart, his golf club held firmly between both hands as he eyed the sloping expanse of the golf course before him, peering at the distant flag at the 13th hole ( Read more... )

Ellie was trudging along the side of the highway, well. Not the side of it, she'd be easily spotted there. She was further to the side, skulking amongst the bushes, it was only a day ago she'd stolen the food from the soldier's bike but her stomach was screaming for more. She hadn't had a decent meal since she was in New Zealand. Before she'd ( Read more... )

He was getting carsick again and he knew it. His body had never taken a liking to the great metal beasts, even after he had learned to handle them, and it was rebelling against the long ride he had subjected it to today. Even rolling down both windows did not help; he could still smell the metal, the rubber on the asphalt, the exhaust spitting out ( Read more... )

The change in landscape was drastic, and that concerned Nyssa. The road that the curly haired woman travelled down had been full of vegetation only moments before. The planet that hosted this war was famous for its vast forests and she wondered if she had simply overlooked the deserts while she had researched the geography. She continued on though ( Read more... )

Jack was cruising down the highway in his pick-up truck, one hand draped over the steering wheel, the other beating out a rhythm on his thigh. He had no destination in mind, just escape ( Read more... )