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Vignettes: Forever Autumn 1Copyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Differel pounded her hand on the desk. "Dammit! I get so sick and tired of your calm, middle-of-the-road, diplomatic manner! Can you not for once in your life show a genuine raw emotion?!"
"You want to see a raw emotion?" Victor said, raising his voice. He strode over to the desk, grabbed up her father's lighter, turned, and threw it at the portrait. It missed the painting and ricocheted off the frame.
Stunned, Differel shouted, "What the bloody hell was that for?!"
He turned to confront her, his face livid. "You tell me what your sick of, well, I'm sick of having to compete with a ghost. Dracula I can understand, the two of you were very close, but at least you realize that you cannot invest your emotions in a monster. But your obsession with your father borders on incest."
"How dare you!" she raged.
"You wanted raw emotion, well, I'm giving it to you, with both barrels. You worship him like he was a demi-god. He's always with you, every second o
Story: An Cupla - Chapter 10bCopyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Braveheart and the White Lion -- Part II
For the rest of the day, Eile hung back, staying out of Medb's way. Sunny walked beside her, trying to cheer her up with inane babble. It worked a little, as the sharp edge of her fear dulled, but it was replaced by a growing anxiety. She really couldn't be sure Medb wouldn't kill her if the massive woman decided she didn't need her, and having that Damocles sword hanging over her did little to settle her mind. The only thing that kept her from running off, other than Sunny, was the knowledge that her body was still under the cats' control in the Waking World.
By early evening they arrived at a gorge. A river, which Medb named the Pluht, had cut its way through the cliff to flow into the Southern Sea, and at that point the ravine was over a hundred yards deep and as wide as the width of a football field. The walls were rugged and steep, and Eile was glad they didn't have to scale them, because someone had b
Story: An Cupla - Chapter 10aCopyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Braveheart and the White Lion -- Part I
Eile startled awake, as she felt something kick her butt. Looking back, she saw Medb standing over them, prodding her with the toe of her shoe.
"Get up," she said, "it is time to leave." She then turned and walked over to her pack.
Smoldering, Eile propped herself up on her elbow. This Medb was really getting on her nerves. She shook Sunny, who giggled in her sleep.
She slapped her shoulder. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead."
"Wha?!" Sunny cried, as she jerked her head up.
"We hafta get going."
Sunny yawned. "It is mid-morning already?"
Eile looked up at the sky. The sun was about half-way between the horizon and its zenith. "Looks like it."
"On your feet, you two!" Medb ordered as she repacked the zebra. "We are burning daylight."
"How does she know about that?" Sunny asked, puzzled, as they stood.
"About what?" Eile said as she reattached her breastplate and shoulder guards.
"That phrase; 'burning dayligh
HMA Britannic Command CruiserCopyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
HMA Britannic Fact Sheet
HMA Britannic (Z01) (His/Her Majesty's Airship; Registration: Z01) is a British aerostatic command cruiser, the lead ship in her class in the Royal Armed Forces. She was designed and built by Vickers Shipbuilding Limited at their construction yard in Barrow-in-Furness, and was intended to act as a command and control platform for British Armed Forces joint operations. She is the fourth ship to carry the name.
Britannic is a rigid airship patterned after the Hindenburg class zeppelin. She has a slightly larger diameter and a substantially greater weight, volume, and lift. Her s
Story: Christmas Vampires P3Copyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Angela moved so fast that Connie soon lost sight of her, but she kept running in the same direction until she reached a two-story mausoleum with huge brass-covered doors. She stopped and looked around, trying to find the child Vampire.
Connie looked and found her standing on the peak of an obelisk, balancing on one foot.
"That was so cool!" she blurted out.
Angela jumped down, grinning at her. "I am glad you liked it. What do you think of this?" She walked over to a stone bench, slipped one hand underneath the seat, and lifted it off the ground over her head.
"Whoa! Will I be able to do that when I'm a Vampire?"
Angela set the bench back down. "Not at first, though you will be stronger than you are now, but the longer you live, the stronger you will become."
"What else can you do? Can you fly?"
"No, I cannot fly, but I can do this." She sprinted towards the mausoleum, then jumped, not all the way to the roof, but about a third of the
Story: Forever Autumn - Chapter 1Copyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
"My life will be forever Autumn, 'cause you're not here."
Aelfraed drove the Phantom slowly along the cemetery lane while Sir Differel Van Helsing gazed out the window. She wasn't interested in the scenery, in fact she barely noticed it. It was just something on which to rest her eyes, and a distraction from her reason for being there. Cemeteries did not depress her, as they did most people. Perhaps it was because she spent so much time when younger in the family graveyard on the estate. Perhaps it was because she believed death was not the end, but only the beginning of eternity. Whatever the reason, she found them peaceful, perfectly conducive for meditation and reflection. She would have been content to walk from the entrance gate, except Aelfraed would have had kittens at the idea, and she didn't want him following her with the car like some harbinger of death. At least she could see him, not like the spectre that had haunted her for th
Story: Given Taken Away P1Copyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
Guadeloupe, Spring 1941
The three women that walked into the lobby of the hotel immediately stood out as being different from your typical tourist, yet they did not have the look of refugees. The main difference was their confidence, as if they knew very well who, and what, they were, where they were at (if not exactly where they were going), and what they planned to do at least up to a point. The two youngest were the same height while the oldest stood head and shoulders above them, and they were dressed casually. Two of them wore light-colored shirts and sailing caps, with the younger's being dark and the older's being light, and they wore dark jeans and khaki slacks, respectively. The younger of the two also carried a dark jacket slung over one shoulder and wore a dark bandana tied around her neck. The third woman wore a jacket, blouse, and skirt combination whose style had been more popular before the war, and a soft cap.
The older woma
Story: Hardboiled Eile P4Copyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
The card read, "Uallach Ruadhríon: Queen of the Nosferatu". That made me chuckle. Most people might not know it, but Nosferatu is an archaic name for vampire. On top of that, her shop is named Bathory Hall, a direct reference to the Blood Countess, Elizabeth Báthory, who reportedly drank and bathed in blood. I figured she was some kind of vampire-goth, who used that persona to promote her business. The interior of the store matched my suspicion: in addition to the fortunetelling parlor, there were shelves full of small glass bottles and jars, little metal tins, candles, and other magical, mystical paraphernalia.
It looked like a small diner that had been converted. The eating area became the parlor, complete with the stereotypical small table covered with a cloth decorated with crescent moons, stars, and astrological signs, and topped with a crystal ball. Only this particular example was so filled with potted and hanging plants that ther
Story: Hardboiled Eile P3Copyright (C) 2010 by Kevin L. O'Brien
She calls herself Mayv Herren; no one knows what her real name is. In fact, no one knows anything for certain about her, though rumors abound. She passes herself off as a society matron, one of Denver's original Sacred 36, but she doesn't fool anybody. The interesting thing is, though, she knows it, but doesn't care. In fact, she treats it like a game, but that appears to be her whole approach to life. She's a chameleon, capable of convincingly playing any role that takes her fancy, and once you think you've got her figured out, she switches to a new role, and laughs at your confusion. She not only approves of all the rumors about her life and past, but encourages them by making up new ones. She is a deft hand at manipulation, using whatever tactic works best to get people to do what she wants, whether it be logic, bribery, threats, flattery, or feminine wiles. She's a master puppeteer, and has no qualms about getting her hooks into people and the
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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