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Super Trooper #2 (1.2) by Julie Lynn Hayes
The instant he uttered the fateful words, he regretted them. This was not him. He never spoke harshly to anyone, much less a figure of authority such as this man. He was always respectful and polite. But he couldn’t do anything about it now. With any luck, perhaps the trooper hadn’t noticed his surly tone. Or would be so used to hearing such rudeness from the drivers he pulled over that he would not think it anything out of the ordinary. He trained his eyes on his steering wheel, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole. He would be late to work for sure now.
“Step out of the vehicle!” a deep voice commanded, breaking into his unhappy thoughts.
Here Kitty Kitty, Epilogue Part Two, By Carol Pedroso
Kitryn looked up when Simon’s arms came around him in a tight hug. They’d been back at the den for hours. First, he’d had to see to his sister’s body. He was grateful to Elder Patrick for allowing Kitryn to bury Jenny on the den’s property. The elder had even had some of his men help to dig the grave. Kitryn had then stood with Fran as they said their goodbyes. Or as Fran said, “Goodbye Mummy’s body, I’ll see you tonight for my story.” That had set Kitryn into another round of tears.
His next task had been to
I rushed around the rocks, still in a hurry, but I didn’t need to leap over them. It wouldn’t do to frighten it. The little Being was still there, wrapped in my cloak, ears still covering its face except for the gleam of one little eye. It shook and quivered, even wrapped up in the fabric. I hated to have to take its protection and warmth away, but I’d fix it.
“Poor thing,” Londe said when I came back into view holding it. I tucked it along my ribs under my left arm, my weaker side, and swung my cloak
Adrift: Chapter 77 by J. Alan Veerkamp
First there was darkness.
Then the darkness ended with cold shards of reality.
Chemical fire spread through Arad’s oversensitive flesh, forcing his eyes open and into the glaring lights. His back tried to arch as his body seized, but failed due to the unyielding bar across his chest. His ribs ached. His heart pumped at an unhealthy pace. He couldn’t scream with his teeth clenched so tight as he resisted the burn, barely able to hiss frantic air between his teeth. For an all too brief moment, he’d forgotten where he was. Then the doctor’s voice pulled him fully out of the dark his mind yearned to hide inside.