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Moroccan Rhapsody Ch 1Moroccan Rhapsody
I finished dialing the phone number. Buzz. Buzz…
“Say, Greg, Michelle and Anabelle want to head over to Target for some clothes, do you need anything for the trip?” Shelly asked from the kitchen.
“Grab a few bottles of suntan lotion and some aloe,” I called. Come on, Jeanette, answer already.
“Suntan lotion and aloe? Okay. Anything else?”
“A bag of grey socks, I don’t know Shell.”
“Socks, okay. Got it.”
“Hi, you’ve reached the phone of Jeanette. I wish I could take your call, but I’m in some other dimension. Please leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks!”
“Dammit… Jeanette, this is Greg. I don’t want to do it this way, but I need to talk to you. I wish you were here. Thanks.” With a shrug, I hu
Raiders of Kalis Castle Part TwoEleven of us would enter the castle from the garden courtyard. Still donned in our heavy ponchos, we entered the garden terrace on the north side. The plants were well watered, to be sure, but not to the point of drowning or excess. Only the correct amount of rain penetrated the soil, which was black and loose. Each varied bed of plants included blossoms of all colors, ranging from coleuses to tulips, to massive roses, to herbs and spices and fruits, to corn and vegetables.
“Touch nothing but the floor, everyone,” I repeated as we walked among the flower beds and limestone benches. “None of the secrets in this castle are worth your lives.”
“Aye, but that shouldn’t mean we wish to ignore as many secrets as we may discover, Bern,” Boule said.
“Agreed. We are here for secrets,” Brooks said.
“Gentlemen...” I stopped in my steps. “Aye we’re here for secrets, but the
Raiders of Kalis Castle Part OneRAIDERS OF KALIS CASTLE
By Agent 505 DRAFT TWO
"Everyone stick together. I see a clearing ahead."
The man on point trod carefully through the brush as the gentle rain fell upon his shoulders. Rain was a constant ally and foe in the Kalis Forest north of the Fauru ruins, and even though we had expected the weather, none of my crew bargained for just how wet it would be. Water in the tents. Water in the food packs. Water in the camp mats. Water in your boots. If we weren't on dry land, I'd have sworn we were back on the sea, floating towards home in the Sarashama. Only then I'd be in my warm cabin. The men and women who came here with me? They'd be in the barracks. But my ship and the comforts of home were leagues from here in the harbor near Iapelle. The comforts of the forest were muddy and damp.
"Captain Buckler! You're not going to believe this!"
Believe it? Of course I believe it, son. Tod
London Calling Final ChapterIt was a long flight to California, and we found ourselves rather bored along the way. Luckily, one of the pilots had brought a pack of cards with him. Though there were about a dozen seats for personnel, there was also an area that could be set up with a table. These C-130s had everything. The only thing it didn’t have was a bathtub that Eva would’ve liked to have at one point, so instead we had to bring her into the cargo area for a good rinse with the plane’s pressure washer. Michelle and Anabelle told me later that it was Eva’s strangest bath ever, though not much different than taking a shower on the floor.
Turns out I would end up with a wicked wound on my left bicep. I give them props for being able to give me stiches on the plane. Shelly was there at my side the whole time, holding my right hand tightly.
“You always seem to be rescuing me, Greg. I’m sorry you got shot.”
London Calling Ch 14Again the group traversed to the hotel loading dock, a location we had discovered was both private and large enough to accomidate a convertible. However, our group had expanded from four to nearly seven now. The six of us gathered near the loading area around Michelle, who kneeled.
“Meechelle, you only have room for four passengers, oui?” Eva asked.
Michelle nodded. “I don’t know if I like the idea of everyone piling in, either.”
“Michelle? A word?” Anabelle motioned for Michelle to come closer.
“What?” Michelle stood up and went over to her. They began to discuss something quietly. “Megan, come here.”
“What are you all discussing?” I asked.
“Girl stuff.” Michelle went back into the huddle. “Hmm… well, if we word it correctly.”
“Do you know what they’re talking about, Greg?” Dr. Sorensen asked me.
I shook my
London Calling Ch 13Above, two of the green suits were in conference.
“We’re still waiting for confirmation from Agent Gamma. His last report stated full surveilance at the main gate to the Tower of London.”
The suit with the feather on his cap nodded. “And Delta?”
“He’s doing a full sweep of the surrounding blocks. Scanning for any trace of the doctor.”
“Call him back, Beta.”
“Yes.” The man with the feather pounded the table. “Do it already.”
“Sir, what about the other girl? The fellow’s fiancé?” Beta asked.
“I guess we’ll have to abandon the station. Unless you’d love to go collect a dead body?”
“Not so much,” Beta replied.
The feather in the cap bobbed as the man nodded his head. “Very well then. You know your orders.”
“What about the genie girl? Is she stil
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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