Stories

What do a faery godmother and two androids have in common? Evil Stepmothers of course. I hope you enjoy this re-telling of Cinderella.

Could you make a choice between the life you lived, or an alternative life you might have lived, knowing someone you loved would have to die, either way? (2007 Winter Anthology - The Road Not Taken)

This can be considered to be a prequel to The Last Watcher, my story in the Summer Anthology, but, as required, it stands on its own as a short story.

Second Lieutenant Robert Blake found himself in a place where the natives look human but certainly do not act human. He is forced to re-examine his past and make some hard decisions about his life and his future.

Darien Taine has resurrected a forgotten hope,freedom to his people, and set his sights squarely on Earth. Shadows of the Empire's dark past reach out to ensnare that hope, a fallen General strives to restore the one symbol that would unite the Empire again. The architect of the fall of mankind weaves a dark net; to lure the Excalibur into his clutches as he brings an ancient superweapon to bear. And fate, wielded as a weapon by a man 300 years dead, is Taine’s last recourse

A lone man picks up a battle standard cast down three hundred years before. beginning a journey that will lead him to find the lost fleet, and a forgotten ship at the edge of nowhere. Darien Taine must accept his role, guiding his crew on the long road to free their people from Amsus tyranny. Uncovering along the way the sins that led to humanity's downfall, and reforging alliances long thought forgotten. Three hundred years of slavery, of persecution and of tyranny are at an end.

Two factions exists. Pure, untainted, proud. When these two factions collide, a threat to the very fabric of their traditions awakened them. Witness the resurrection of human love and sentiment in this loveless world.

A Short Story

All Brandon wants is to help his friend. All Jordan wants is to make Brandon understand. Two very different boys are brought together by an unbelievable gift…the ability to turn dreams into reality. (Formerly known as I Hate Sundays).

What if you turned out to be not you but someone else entirely? What if you were created and not born? How would you feel? Would you consider yourself real or a replacement? And if you are a replacement, are you just as good as the original? Can you surpass him or will people damn you for it, will they accept you as your own person or will you still only be a replacement, a replica. Would you regret being created?