Amber Lynn Kain
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Wed, 2012/02/22 - 9:56pm
Most people know the name Edgar Rice Burroughs from his most popular character "TARZAN". Burroughs did have several other characters with John Carter being his first, appearing in a serialized story in a 1912 pulp magazine called The All-Story under the title Under the Moons of Mars. The story was renamed and published as a book called A Princess of Mars. Now out of copyright, the first five books are seeing adaptations of ERBs first hero.
The story is written as pulp fiction and is an attempt to copy the writing style of the early twentieth century. As in most of ERB stories, the heroes are strong, faithful, and valiant; the women are beautiful, virtuous, and adored; while the villians are cruel, cowardly, and despicably evil. In the end good always triumphs over evil.
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Wed, 2011/02/16 - 3:30pm
by Amber Lynn Kain
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Mon, 2011/02/14 - 8:37am
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Mon, 2011/11/28 - 7:29pm
Mission Impossible?
Chapter 13
“I’m sure the DEA or CIA will be more than happy to give us a tracking device for Amber to wear the next time she goes out with Corazon” the blonde major thought aloud.
“It was a spur of the moment decision that he took me. I happened to bump into Angel as he slipped out dressed as hotel maintenance.”
“Yes, and you put yourself in danger,” Logan snapped.
“I was in no danger,” the young operative replied.
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Mon, 2011/11/07 - 4:10am
Chapter 12
Amber exited the Miami freeway, driving onto the main thoroughfare where Angel’s hotel was located. Manuel instructed her to cruise slowly past the plush hotel into a parking lot; there to circle back then park on the opposite side of the street. The pair silently sat scanning the area and vehicles along side the building’s art deco facade searching for signs of other assassins.
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Sun, 2011/11/06 - 1:26pm
Mission Impossible?
Chapter 11
Amber smiled pleasantly at the neat but slightly overweight woman behind the desk noticing her name tag read Monica. The front desk clerk quickly typed on the keyboard to retrieve the information from her workstation.
“I see Mr. Rienholt is poolside with the Birds. Are you familiar with the hotel?” The front desk clerk asked.
“No, this my first visit.”
“Diego will escort you. Diego, please escort the lady to cabana 15. Have a pleasant day Miss.”
“Thank you, Monica.”
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Fri, 2011/03/04 - 5:55pm
Hiya,
I was wondering how many of you do research for your stories? How much research do you generally do when putting details into your stories? I do research for details I add to my stories, like street names, notable places in the locales my characters are in, etc. Do you do this, or do you work around these type of details?
thanks,
Amberlynn
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Mon, 2011/02/28 - 9:29pm
Chapter 10
“We are waiting, princess,” Tad shouted from a table in the center of the deserted nightclub.
A very un-lady like retort came to mind; Amber bit her lip. She simply tugged at her mini skirt’s hem once more then she jogged from the dressing room out to center stage. Her crimson crop top with white piping proudly displayed the team name Cavaliers in bold white script across her chest while the low-rise matching skirt barely covered her red spandex undies. Red laces tied her white tennis shoes and a blonde wig fell in waves similar to Carrie Underwood.
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Sat, 2011/02/19 - 11:18am
Mission Impossible?
Chapter 9
Amber woke slowly; her mouth felt like an aspirin bottle—dry and stuffed with cotton. She moaned, sat up, and pushed her hair out of her face. She wanted to retch. She moved to the edge of the bed, forced herself to stand and stumbled her way into the bathroom where she splashed cold water on her face to help her focus.
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Wed, 2011/02/16 - 7:20pm
I have recently started posting on BC and my stories include images I have found on Google Images. I believe that all the images I have used have no photo credit. However, I am willing to give credit. Has anyone heard of or experience any type of issues with copywrite enfringements with their story? Any thoughts or advice?
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Wed, 2011/02/16 - 3:23pm
Angel watched Amber fawn over the dancers on the floor below a few moments; his fingers stroked his thin moustache and then he cocked his head to the right slightly. His eyes flowed up Amber’s legs to her mini skirt’s hem and continued up her thighs as she leaned farther out to look at the crowd. Angel’s eyes traveled up her slim body to where her t-shirt fitted tightly over her pert breasts. He took another long sip of his beer.
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Mon, 2011/02/14 - 9:29pm
Mission Impossible?
Chapter 7
Amber sat back, closed her eyes, and hoped it would be over soon. A technician with spiked hair quickly and expertly plucked Amber's eyebrows into two feminine arches. She stood back and looked at Major Brewer, for approval.
"Great job. Very nice," Major Brewer said.
"Let me see. Oh Clare, you always leave a little too much on the end. Clean it up here and here," the makeup artist said.
"Yes, Bobbi," the girl said.
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Mon, 2011/02/14 - 6:13am
Mission Impossible?
Chapter 4
The Major gave the CID officer a harsh look and stood up. She tossed her blonde hair back and walked toward the hotel door. Amber and the CID officer walked behind her out the door and to the black government sedan in the parking lot. The Intelligence officer opened a rear door and Amber was pushed into the back seat. Amber's head dropped to her hands and she began to cry. The man slammed the door shut and turned to face his partner.
Submitted by Amberlynn Kain on Sun, 2011/02/13 - 4:30pm
Mission Impossible?
by Amber Lynn Kain
The yellow, convertible Mustang cruised along the straight stretch of highway, eating the miles. The 302 hummed quietly; its owner took very good care of the car. While not mechanically inclined, he appreciated a fine tuned machine. Arron made sure his "stang" was cared for. He smiled, turned up the CD player louder and pushed down on the gas pedal.
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