Gamma pt. 41

Jess walked into Omni-Gym and headed toward her kiosk catching a sight she wasn’t really prepared for. As she got behind her counter and began to set up, she sat down waiting for the next customer and turned slightly to her left. “Hey Kiki.”

Kiki: Hey Jess.

Jess: I don’t really care about you being behind the counter but Brie can get a little anal.

Kiki: Tell me about it.

Jess: Okay…we stop right there.

Kiki: but…

Jess: Right there.

Callon Rebellion - Part 1

By prinkerlover@yahoo.com

ONE – MY FORMATIVE YEARS

My name is Jacob Secretan. I am about to make a major leap forward in a personal pet project that I started work on two years ago in my spare time. This diary is being kept in my personal safe for all to know what I have tried to accomplish should my work prove to be the undoing of all people of Frania and Zulanda. Call this project a fancy of my personal perversions or of a search for a better future, this story will amaze you which ever view you take.

EIGHTEEN – Back from the Dead

So I was in coma for two years. I felt that I jumped in time.

Or jumped dimensions.

Every friend of mine seemed the same, but not the Women. Not only their appearance but their clothes, their manners, their stance, something in their eyes was different.

In the far future of mankind, interplanetary colonisation was well underway: the stars shone with the
glittering beacons of a hundred human worlds, from the miraculous comfort of the Terran standard
planets to the hundred variations of difficulty, danger and dysfunction that could result from the
smallest of changes. Worlds with high levels of chlorine in the atmosphere, others just a bit deeper or a
bit further out from the gravity well, others with lush vegetation that could produce wondrous cures or
the vilest of poisons.

Gamma pt. 40

It was a chilly morning as Kiki headed into the Dorms of Salisbury State University. Wearing tight workout pants and a hoodie over a sports bra and white tank top. Holding a couple of protein shakes she knocks on Brandon’s door hoping to surprise him. Unfortunately for Kiki, quite the opposite takes place. A tall, thin stacked red head answered the door wearing a pair of white socks, some white cotton panties and a men’s pajama top. “May I help you?”, She said in a thick Russian accent.

Kiki: Hi! Is Brandon home?

Girl: Who are you?

Ashley had been looking forward to this trip the entire school year. She was 17 years old and the family was always moving around for her dad’s job. Because of this, Ashley never really made any great friends. So when spring break time came, her dad decided to surprise her and send her on a nice trip where maybe she could make some: A two week cruise all around the Caribbean. They would stop off at 6 or 7 islands throughout the trip. Places like the Bahamas, Tortola, St. John’s, all those regular touristy places, and a few smaller ones that were supposed to have really nice beaches.

Casandra could feel the ground rising up around her ankles and hear the sound of grinding dirt and cracking as she focused on Oshgun. Her hands seemed to vanish into his massive ones as he pushed down on her with far more then his weight would imply. Currently both her arms were at fully extension but she felt them quiver for a moment. She would have to do something soon or Oshgun was going to over power her.

It felt like she was punching stone wrapped in burlap as Casandra struck Oshgun's arm. How he managed to not only take her punch but keep the force of the blow from over coming his inertia was beyond her. One of the things they learned later was apparently to ground one self. She didn't have time to contemplate this as she noted a fist roughly the size of her head moving directly towards it.

As Miller waited he took in a deep breath. Currently he and two of his pals found themselves in a large triangular room. Etchings lined the walls, floor and even the sealing above their heads. Other then the glyphs that surrounded them the room was almost entirely empty. This wasn't comforting as they knew that their punishment was going to involve them serving as melee fighters and considering who they were up against that wasn't a comforting thought at all.

Introducing Princess Casandra, daughter of King Gale, arranged to marry the son of one of the great noble houses and pissed off as heck about it.

Nearly from the day she was born Casandra had been unhappy with the roll her family has relegated her to. Now as she enters into her teen years she seeks the power to change that roll to one she feels is more fitting.