I sat down tonight to write more about Ex Machina, but looking for the files on the laptop hard drive, I found the beginning of a story I was writing about my character in a superhero game alarin612 was running, using the Silver Age Sentinals system, so I picked that back up again ( Read more... )

It had been another of those mornings. I was fed up with dealing with the idiots on the phone. After the fifth call solved by the most basic windows troubleshooting (rebooting the computer) I was ready to strangle them through the phone, physics be damned! I was taking a break to try to cool off and calm down when a phrase a friend of mine said ( Read more... )

"Still not clean" I muttered, scrubbing my hands raw. "Must get clean. Still. Not. Clean."
A knock on the door interrupted me.
Panic ovecame me. I dove for the window.
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What choice did I have? I thought, walking the street, my hands firmly in the pockets of my overcoat. It couldn't have had any other result, could it? Surely no one would ( Read more... )

Continuation of Shadows of Memory

( It all fell apart that day. )

She had been toying with him, really. She hadn't meant to, at first, but he was just so cute. She couldn't resist tempting him. The first time they met, he knew just what to do to please her. He was an expert, she thought. After a time, she realized he knew enough about what to do that he could easily learn more ways to make her happy, finding ( Read more... )

It had been a long, cold night. Brian had finally lost them. Crouched behind a box conveniently only a few feet from the mouth of the alley, he heard his persuers run past. It had been by sheer luck that he had found this place to hide, this small sanctuary. He drew in several deep, slow breaths, trying to quell the panting in his body's lust ( Read more... )

"You ever have one of those dreams," Ike began ( Read more... )

This is kinda weird, Jimmy thought to himself, staring out at the crowd. He'd been hired as part of stage security for a concert, along with some rough looking bikers ( Read more... )

From the journal of Jenny McNamera ( Read more... )

It was a typical night for him. Jack caught up on his favorite forums while watching the Battlestar Galactica marathon, only really paying enough attention to realize he'd seen the episodes a dozen times already ( Read more... )