R. Eric

Yep, there's Robbie! Great robot!

Story: Ark II Author’s note: I’ve had an interesting few weeks. Guests I didn’t want invaded my home. Family of people I share a house with. Friends I have because I didn’t want to have a crisis and no one here to help me. Two good friends. That’s who are my housemates. Then their children came. Some know I had fourteen people in my house and a number of animals. One cat, two tortoises, four dogs and one sweet, potbellied pig. What you may not know is I lost more sight. My right eye

This is my first attempt at writing a story that is no gay or straight. There are people in it that are both. It is set in the future, but once you begin to read it what year it is won't matter.

Actually, a new chapter has been written. The Disgruntled. I need to do another spell check and submit the chapter. It should be in tomorrow after 9pm Eastern Standard Time. Patience, my pretty. All in good time. (My favorite witch quote from the Wicked Witch of the West.) R. Eric

Yes they will and she will be. R. Eric

We enjoyed our pre-Christmas time together, but Alik had a few more days of school before he was off for the Holidays. Tony went into his office to meet with new clients and there were a few that week. On the coming weekend Sasha, David, and Alik were going to David’s parents’ home. So, Tony and I were going to my parents’ home. However, while David and I were not busy that week, we searched for the best venue for David’s and Sasha’s wedding in Boston. We looked at possible locations for the wed

We again gave Yuri and Zoya their dose of serum. Once again, the pain returned but we were nearing the end of their treatments. Both were excited to have this treatment completed. Their pulses were strong, and the serum levels were holding. The venom tried again to undo what we were doing, but it was getting weaker. We all knew it wasn’t a cure, but a very needed treatment to keep that nasty venom from working. The previous night the levels returned to the proper levels in about three hours. It

I never claimed it was real, but the native population of Hawai'i claim they were real and have legends about them. Lemuria is supposed to be in the Indian Ocean. I could have been another ocean...the Pacific? They haven't found the remains of Atlantis. They also can't disprove it. Open your mind. This is a story about vampires. Is this fiction? Be careful with your answer. You don't to offend my Muse. He's very sensitive.

“And you say there’s nothing supernatural about being a vampire?” Yuri questioned from behind us. I had forgotten they were there with us in the kennel. He motioned to the dogs out in the kennel beyond where we were with Pusik, Dan-D, Hefty, and the other puppies. Anton chuckled, “I don’t think it is supernatural. I think it is very natural.” He went over to Pusik and gently removed the navy cloth. He produced some other smaller squares of cloth and waved them at us, “These are nappies

Yay, for them! I have no problem with rats in general, but have you seen the rats in New York!? Or wharf rats? You don't want to cuddle with them, trust me. The ones I saw in the New York subways...and yes, I really did see them...I was just glad they were scurrying away. I took a tour of Manhattan's Underground. Research. Years ago after watching Beauty and the Beast with Linda Hamilton and Ron Pearlman. They showed nothing like the show. That was in the 1990s. Wharf rats are big! The size of a small dog. Your "human daddy" that loves him is just fine with his rat baby. He loves the rat and the rat loves him. I have no problem with that. Hey, I squeal when I have to kill a palmetto bug. Those ugly roaches that fly down from the ceiling on your head...two inches long. (I'm shivering now.) Survivors of the nuclear attack? They aren't evil, right? They're just insects, right? So, why do I get the heebbie-jeebbies? Kiss your rat. (But uugh. Those roaches are the real curse God sent after you-know-how bit the Forbidden Fruit. Yelch! R. Eric

When you begin the first hours of life as a dog, your whole world is about what you smell. That and staying warm…oh, yeah and milk! “He’s so tiny,” Colin said softly right next to me. So close, there was almost no room between us. He stroked the tiny black fur gently with his finger. He was very tiny as he whined and moved his little paws as he moved slightly. “It’s okay,” I reassured the puppy. “You’re fine and will be loved, Big Guy. Yes, you’re tiny now, but you will grow and g

I shook my head at George’s comment and knew Zoya and Yuri would not have been happy. I turned to them and quickly assured, “George hopes your hunger for blood won’t return because he never gives absolutes.” I explained. “I never heard of anyone having an adverse reaction to the serum and no one on the serum reverts to a vampire as long as the serum is maintained.” I waved George away. “He’s being a drama queen.” George looked indignant, “I am not being a drama queen! With any medication, e

It wasn’t the worse sleep, but as the sun was lowering in the so sky we got up. It was Summer now and the days were longer. This part of the world was tilting more in the direction of the sun. I’m not going to bore you with what you already know from science class while in school, but you know how it works. If you don’t, look it up! Seasons and why we have them. We had our luggage here now, so we got some clean clothes after our shower. Of course, Colin and I shared the shower. To save wate

After shaking hands with Yuri, Colin looked at the “last, true” Tzar of Russia. “I have to ask this.” Yuri’s eyebrows rose a little but nodded. “Okay.” “How many vampires are here?” Colin asked. “I see you and Zoya, but how many are here? Now?” “There are ten additional vampires that are here,” Yuri replied. “Zoya and I make up the twelve.” “The other ten are here now?” Colin asked. Yuri grudged a reluctant nodding shrug, “Well, no…two are in Moscow. Two are in St. Peter

Thank you. I'm working on the next chapter as we speak. I am more than halfway finished, but I'm not as manic about posting every day or even every week now. Fact checking and grammar is a pain in the rear end. I also will admit to a condition. It's called Writer's Block. I love it when Bubba, my Muse, sends me inspiration so fast I can barely write it fast enough. I hate it when I start to write and maybe a sentence later...there's nothing. I will also admit that I want my children out there. You know what I mean. I want my stories out there to be read and read after I'm gone. (I'm not planning to go anywhere any time soon.) Modern medicine has treatments for many conditions, but there's no treatment for Writer's Block. (Sad sigh.) My emotions are part of the block, but I'm happy! I think. I post a good-sized chapter now and the next one will be, too. I'm still writing and will do so until I'm gone. Maybe even after that! You don't know. I love my readers! 💓R. Eric

This vampire was very dangerous. Not because he was a vampire, but because his grasp on reality had been shaky before the vampire bite. Competing with his family for power he thought should be his because of his birth and cheated from because he was deaf. I also sensed something else. “You seek control,” I observed. “Every group needs leadership,” Yuri said shrugging. It was logical. “Or does the fact that I’m deaf make it less possible for me to be in control.” “Being deaf has no

Aw, I am sooo sorry about that. (Not!) I'm grinning evilly. You can't see it, so I'm telling you.

The advantage of having a child in the house was the excitement they had for things and special times, such the Holiday Season, was infectious! I tried all my life to keep that childlike innocence by watching those seasonal shows and eating those special things…and it worked. To a point. Adult reality came back swiftly, but for that short time, be it a half an hour or an hour…I was a kid again. Hoping I would get that special something I asked for under the tree. Would it be there? This year I o

Thank you.

The reality is I got burnt out. I'm still alive and I became dependent on the feedback of my readers. I admit it. I was used to getting four or five hundred messages a week! When it dwindled down a few dozen, I figured I lost my audience. My husband's death was very hard. I lost my Peter, Tony, and all my love interests when I lost Daniel. I wrote every day to keep him here in my heart. I still do. When I saw I'd written millions of words, I sort of stepped back and just took some time. Again, no story ends unless the author dies. I'm not dead yet. I still need to write about the birth of Olek's children. (Opps, I may have spoiled that.) The drama of the Consortium, Queen Alla's marriage, Peter's and Eric's Junior year, their Senior year. MIT! I am going to continue, I promise. And you're late!!! Where were you!? (I'm very sarcastic. Sorry. No anger in me, ever, I swear.) Thank you. Sincerely, I love your kind words. Be patient. My Muse whispers to me still. I love my readers and that includes you in a big way. Love, Eric

Not as much. I've had some setbacks. The desire to write has just left me. Between the move and other issues, I just burnt out. Impossible, right? I'm still reading my messages and I do write, but not at the pace I did. I will return, I know it. I'm only 61, so I should have no problem. I'm still blind mostly, I have no sight at all in my right eye. I struggle to keep my left eye's sight...if I couldn't, I'd be a babbling, drooling fool in a padded cell. Be patient. I need to end Makarovia, I've Always Loved You and others. I will. Promise;

A Pohogwe Dinner in Denmark It was hard for me not to hover in the kitchen. Rebekka and Laura knew what they had to do. My desire was for this dinner to be more Pohogwe, but I was having to rely on a lot of spices and herbs found in Denmark and the surrounding countries. Specialty spices from the North-Western United States wasn’t going to happen until I had some sent here. There were herbs and spices from other countries here, but that wouldn’t be authentic Pohogwe. Which I told mys

Chase is a nickname. Chet's knowledge of sex is more clinical for the subject of sex. When Chet got away from his grandparents, he had a basic child's understanding about sex. He knew nothing about gay sex. In my mind, Chet was being brought to a better understanding of what sex is. His fathers were honest with him. Such as when he asked what some guys asked him about "fucking." He really didn't know what he was asking about or why. Geordi "Chase" Martinez

Woops! No, he was never a princess, though some may say he was a queen. (Gay joke) He never was. I had someone proofing, but after one chapter he stopped. Why? I don't know. These stories are my children and will live beyond my life. So, important. At least acknowledge you received the chapter to read. I never knew what happened. Don't let it upset your life, but an acknowledgement you got it would be nice if not polite. I'll email you directly on GA. My stories may not be important to others, but they are to me. I'll contact you later. Thank you.

I can always use help with the proofing. (Hint, hint) Not offending anyone or asking anyone in particular. I can use help! Or I continue to do it myself. No problem. I felt like I was doing a Bob Barker thing he did at the end of "The Price Is Right." He pushed the animal rights and care at the end of each show. The cooking, I wasn't sure if everyone would care. I don't want to bore anyone. I will explain more in the next chapter. The cooking ways are real and they are real recipes. Clay ovens and low heat. Pepper is pepper. Herbs are unique for where they are raised. I can expound more, like the Hickory Salt. The Maple Syrup is important to when the sap is tapped. It makes a difference! I love to eat. It's a miracle I'm not three hundred pounds! I'm not. 190 at my last checkup. How you cook is important, too. I have a plot with Matilda. It's coming.