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“You are late, Cadet Jericho.” Sergeant Major Smith said as he loomed over Micah. They were the same height now, but it always felt like the African-American man loomed over him. “Yes, Sergeant Major.” Micah replied. “You look like you’ve put on some fat, Cadet Jericho.” Sergeant Major Smith pointed out. As much as he’d worked out with the football team at home, their workouts were nothing compared to Huntsville. “Yes, Sergeant Major.” Micah answered. “Did you even look at your transcr
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The red and blue lights reflected off of the falling snow, bringing a bright smile to Micah’s face. Four weeks after school had begun, four weeks after he should have been in Alabama instead of this freezing winter wonderland, the first rays of hope blinked in red and blue from the tops of two sheriff cars parked in the church parking lot. His cherry red F-350 with oversized all-weather tires and all the accouterments possible had no problem keeping traction as he maneuvered through the parki
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Church on Sunday had been plain awful. The bible study class with all those other teenagers looking at him, and dropping hints said that the so-called ‘confidentiality’ of the de-gayification group didn’t exist, or at least it didn’t exist for him. He had the familiar feeling of being an infidel walking in enemy territory, although he’d never quite had the feeling take place in America. The best part of Sunday was the phone call he got in the early afternoon. Big John had him take the young
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John Jericho was a miracle worker. Micah came to that conclusion when the man he’d always known as his distant, unloving father took him to the doctor’s office on Friday afternoon for a physical. Come Monday, Micah would be spending the afternoon trying out for the football team. The high school was just big enough to have a Varsity and a JV team, and the coach would be trying him out to see which team he would play for during the year. Next Thursday, he had an appointment to take his drivi
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The Battle for Micah’s Freedom was fully engaged by the time Micah walked out of the school’s halls with his schedule in his hand and a memory of a coach practically salivating over having Micah on his team. Micah had a handful of forms beneath the class schedule that his guidance counselor had left for him at the office desk. The skinny geek there had looked nervous handing it to Micah and telling him his guidance counselor was busy. Even involved in what he viewed as a full-scale battle, M
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The unusual oceanic current being blamed for the vehemence of not only Hurricane Robert but the earlier Hurricane Sheila is beginning to dissipate. Scientists with the NOAA remain unable to explain what caused this current or why it is dissipating, but residents along the entire eastern seaboard are breathing a sigh of relief as Georgia, Florida and South Carolina all try to dig out from the twin disasters of those storms. “Can you imagine what it must have been like to be back there?” Mike St
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Being sixteen was no better than being fifteen, and to make matters worse there was the damn deal that had been made. Micah had never realized just how blond his hair was until he’d started letting it grow out, and looking out the rear window of John Jericho’s Honda Civic let him see his own reflection in the mirror. The vivid yellow blond hair was almost touching his eyebrows and it was definitely reaching his ears now. Back at the Academy he had it cut every two weeks, and it seemed to be
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“If he were a computer, I would say that it was rather like a bunch of corrupted files are being put into his hard drive, but we cannot detect what is causing this type of reaction.” The woman’s voice was faint through the light, and there was another voice talking over it at the same time. “Hold on Jericho, we’ve breeched the reactor room and are working on the control room.” This voice was even more familiar, belonging to Dr. Linda Rodriguez. “I don’t know how, but the old bastard’s got the
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“Ugh.” Micah grunted as he woke up. There was a sour taste in his mouth, and not from the load he’d swallowed at the end of last night. Safe sex be damned, he knew for a fact that Casey always used rubbers and he sure as hell was a virgin. His head pounded and he regretted the two glasses of whiskey last night, but even more he hated the fading memories of the dream. In the dream he was surrounded by that white light again, and he could hear Corey yelling for him not to go, but he kept runn
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“What do you think you are doing?” Each word was enunciated by the tall, lean figure seated behind the desk. Micah stood at attention, mostly because it was the safest position for him. He was also glad he’d worn one of the nicer pairs of slacks and an actual button-down shirt today because Senator William Howard was not a very happy man at the moment. “Sir?” Micah asked, absolutely unsure of what the man was talking about. “I believe I made myself clear when we talked over Easter about wh
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Tropical Storm Shiela has lost steam after hitting Bermuda and is projected to dissipate before spinning back out to the Atlantic. “Why are you watching the weather reports?” Billy had a great deal of disbelief in his voice as he waltzed into the living room. Karen had already gone home for the rest of the summer, but would be back for Thanksgiving according to Billy. “Micah thinks Hurricane Robert is going to come in and smash into southern Georgia, just north of the Florida state line.” Cor
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“You have more products in here than I do.” Karen Wilkerson, Billy’s girlfriend and soon-to-be fiancé said as she came into Micah’s bathroom. He had his own separate bathroom here, on the opposite side of the one that was Corey’s. If Corey’s mother had put him in the room on the other side of Corey, they’d have had to share. He knew the rather embarrassing story about the reason for that, but he’d never, ever mention it to a living soul. “My mom worked at a day spa.” Micah said and then win
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Micah relaxed into the plush leather seats of the big car that Bill drove for the Howards, and smiled to himself as Corey chatted on about something or another. They were almost there, having already passed through the state Capitol and now entering the suburbs of the semi-rich locals. Corey was nervous, as evidenced by his constant chatter for the last forty minutes and that made Micah relax even more. He’d had sex now twice in two days. It may not have been full dick-in-butt sex, but it
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“I told you I was better.” The voice was smug and Micah blinked again as he looked down at that familiar copper-red hair and green eyes. The mouth was no longer attached to his dick, and two familiar, slender hands had tucked it back into his boxers and Micah was struggling to put two and two together. “Trasker.” Micah said and Corey frowned. “Who is Trasker?” Corey pouted. “He’s really better?” “No, you’re better.” Micah told what he was sure was an illusion. He remembered this now. It
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He was a goon. At least, that’s what a lot of people like him were called. All he did, most of the time, was stand in front of the doorways and make sure only people with those pretty little badges went inside. Most people looked at his smooth face, buff body and completely ignored him, but his eyes looked at their face, scanned their badge to make sure the security clearance was appropriate and the picture matched the person wearing the badge and mentally kept a running log of who went in an
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He thought he was stopping a disaster. Instead, he rewound his life. When ex-Army security guard Micah Jericho tries to stop a dangerous reactor experiment, a blinding flash throws him back years—into his own past, face-to-face with the boy he never dared to love. Now Micah has one shot to change everything: prevent a future catastrophe and claim the romance he walked away from. But tampering with the past is never simple… and some threats are timeless. Fast-paced, heartfelt, and thrilling, Goon is a genre-bending mix of science fiction suspense, and second-chance romance.
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Ah hell. Years and years after writing this and I still bawl my head off like I did the first time. A guilty admission is that as short as this story was, it still remains one of my favorites of all time.
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When I first wrote this story I left it at Chapter 15 for a long while. The epilogue (chapter 16) had actually been written but I didn't want to post it because as sad as this chapter was, the epilogue left me in tears every time I read it. After a year I read the story and the epilogue again and still cried. That was when I knew it had to be posted.
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In some ways the scourge of Thread is probably one of the greatest 'enemies' I've found in sci-fi/fantasy stories. It is mindless, not sentient, and yet it takes the best of Pern over and over again.
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Well, the reviews are extremely appreciated as well!
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I rewrote it the first time I had K'mer dying and put in D'kov, but it just didn't work right when I read through it again. Then I just had to be bite down hard and put it in the way it was meant to be.
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Isn't it amazing what a little construction conversation can do?
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He's finally growing up - something most of us have to do eventually.
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This was a reminder that sometimes even the boy who cried wolf really does see a wolf!
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he can be such a...green rider at times. Even when he's trying to avoid being a green rider.
