Mature Subjects

The top brass at Spellcrafters Inc. have it in for the Spells R Us wizard. They've brought in hired muscle from overseas to do their dirty work- a ruthless and powerful mercenary sorcerer named Necromancer Sato. Can Wizzie survive their deadly scheme? And will our "somewhat ridiculous heroine" Wendy manage to avoid getting caught in the crossfire? This is an evil little story about an extremely nasty bunch of people. In the words of William Burroughs, "Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies. We are entering Hell..."

SRU: OPERATION SUCKER PUNCH
by Laika Pupkino

Part 1: Feels like Deja Vu Ezra Falling Bird; September 25th, 2006, 9:56 PM The faded brick façade of the outside walls, drew my eye. The sky was dark...it was after nightfall, a full moon overhead. Drawing steadily toward the back door, I noticed an industrial style yellow light that flickered on and off, casting odd shadows on the moonlit lawn as I closed in on the paved sidewalk that led to the door. The yellow light flickered, making a humming noise as it came on, silence...after it went off, some flying insect buzzing noisily around it, like a moth drawn to flame...as if just waiting for the light to flicker back on. Which it did after nary five seconds.

Tom’s senses kicked into overdrive as he and Chuck continued to press not just their lips together but their bodies. The manly touch and smell of his husband made Tom tingle all over and feel warm inside.

‘Tell Chuck the truth about yourself. You’re only postponing the inevitable,’ Tom told himself. He just couldn’t summon the strength yet. He blamed it on the Swan Song mission.

It took all Tom’s strength to avoid breaking down again because of the horrible work he had to do. At night Chuck was the release that kept him sane.  

‘You’re using Chuck like a crutch. One day he won’t be there, then what will you do?’

Synopsis- Ripley makes some vital decisions as tensions rise between rival Yakuzas.

Looks like the worst of this storm is over. We got at least a foot of wet heavy snow overnight and the winds caused some drifting. I have a three foot tall drift in my front yard and at least two feet of snow piled at the end of the driveway where the plows left it. The snow is being cleared out now by a neighbor's kid. Amazing what the offer of being paid a few bucks will do.

Now all I have to do is sit tight and make a grocery run tomorrow when the conditions improve a bit more. Good thing I bought a bit extra just in case.

"Stop it with the wise ass remarks," I said angrily. "You aren't helping. I'm trying the best I can. It's six years at least since I swung a club, and longer since I played regularly."

Tree looked long and hard at me.

"I need your help. So help me," I said.

"Okay, but this is going to be a long day." 

The Great Shift- Mulligans Part One

By Danielle J

The Great Shift- Mulligans