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Spindrift: Part Two: Chapter OnePart Two: SpaceSpindrift: Part Two: Chapter One by Alveric2
Chapter One: Star-Born
I woke to the sound of Ari moaning and retching. My head hurt, every heart-beat was like a trip hammer crushing my skull. My eyes registered nothing but flashes and sparks. As my vision gradually cleared, Ari unbuckled and crawled onto the deck, where she curled into a fetal position.
“It hurts. Everything hurts,” she whimpered.
I wanted to comfort her, but knew that my head would explode like a rotted gas-pumpkin if I moved.
Finally, I opened my mouth. “It’ll pass,” My voice croaked.
“I take back what I said about this being better than vaporization,” she groaned and then started retching again.
Eventually, I made myself check our position. We were less than a hundred thousand kilometers from where we were supposed to be. Not too bad. I then checked on the others.
“We’re alive.” Windridge’s voice sounded old a
Spindrift: Part One: Chapter FifteenChapter Fifteen: High-Jacking a PirateSpindrift: Part One: Chapter Fifteen by Alveric2
“Lady Anak, do the Sisters paint?” Windridge, Ari and I studied the Image of the courier and the ground around it.
Anak raised a curious eyebrow at my question. [Do you mean for work or amusement?] She crouched on the ground near us, her legs folded under her.
“Either, though I think we’ll need a lot of paint for what I’m thinking.”
“And what are you thinking?” Ari asked.
“Can the Sisters recreate the color of the Free Worlders armor? Can they do it quickly?”
Ari frowned. “Can’t your armor do that for itself, sergeant? The chameleon feature I mean. ”
“I’m afraid not, milady, it’s programed to imitate background colors and textures only. Though I can see requesting such a feature for future marks.”
[The answers to your questions, Rhodri Morgan, are ‘yes and yes’. We are startin
'A Merman's Tale' Index'A Merman's Tale' Chapters:'A Merman's Tale' Index by uglygosling
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A Merman's Tale 8 (revised)Chapter 8: Sara, the Queen of the Mers, and Some More Serious StuffA Merman's Tale 8 (revised) by uglygosling
The day after our dive on the Narosparo, the local Mer population increased by one. Sara Smith, who was one of my early mermaid friends at Lake Xanadu, arrived mid afternoon Monday with her parents and brother, about two hours after Diane, Gizella, Yuki, and I had finished our conference call with Louis. Like our own hosts when we had arrived Thanksgiving afternoon, we were outside and waiting when the Smiths' minivan came up the driveway and stopped near our front door. A middle aged couple got out and introduced themselves as Jon and Angie while their son Mike got a wheelchair out of the rear cargo area. Needless to say once Sara was seated in her chair she was the center of attention for the rest of us. Her tail was a bright pink at her waist, then gradually darkened to a medium red at the base. Her tailfin was fan shaped like mine, but it had alternating horizontal bands of pink and purple. Her fingers were
Song of the DeepThe night was cold and the wind howled like a beast in distress as its invisible essence danced over the flow of the land. The boy walked against its breath carrying a ragged cloth filled with morsels.Song of the Deep by Agacora
He could smell the salt in the air and feel the push and pull of the eternal tide drawing him in.
Above not a single star was seen and below was the ever crashing waves; where they lead he did not now.
Why exactly he had run off to the shoreline in the dead of night with scraps from the night's dinner evaded the boy as he crouched behind a clump of sea grass to banish the cold from his arms.
There was the tugging again as the tide swelled. It was as if the sea itself was whispering to him, calling him, to sink into it's vast depths. And now he was certain he could hear a faint song despite the crashing of the waves. It's tune wash soft and comforting, like a lullaby, and made him want to fall into a deep, deep, sleep. Maybe this was all a dream.
He examined the crude bag's c
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